Deliciously intricate,
The ways of the world, no?
No?!

Think of the droplet in the surf
Flung far from its mountain basin,
But a roaring speck of an army of being
United in washing me clean.

Think of the dust blown high in the breeze
Wanderer of the spectral footplains
Going forth in a tumbling dance to
Brush my cheek.

Think of the people in their two step music
Soloing their own sorrows, but finding
That when they find another
Their solos become harmonies.

Deliciously intricate,
The ways of the world, no?
Yes.