You see the words
when they’ve been ordered,
arranged like rocks
in a tidy Zen garden.
I see the words
as they casually fall,
shaken from my head
like elm leaves.
Some cascade for hours,
Chinese acrobats
that toss in the air,
tumble through streets,
trail off into the unknown.
You never see the jumble,
the windswept disarray,
the random heaps of flora.
Yet once or twice in a lifetime,
the perfect leaves fall free,
plummet to the page
in just the right spot
with just the right blush,
as though ordained by God
or delivered by genius,
the million to one chance
that miraculously
beats the odds,
becomes the ch’i
of heaven and earth.
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