Blessed be the Unchosen.
Does the apple tree
prefer Autumn or Spring?
Would brook water rather be a cloud?
Does a sunbeam choose
which leaf to turn green?
When does a larva decide
to put on twin rainbows?
Which star gets the deepest night?
At dawn, a liquid bell
of red winged blackbird on a cattail:
who chose the moment to sing?
Which nipple does the infant love best?
Why does the earth keep turning?
Is she's choosing night or day?
Nature selects all
and prefers nothing.
Only the mind is "for" or "against."
Blessed be the Unchosen.
The miracle happens here,
a brilliant golden summer moth
just now settling on the peony.
This choice was made
before the sun and moon were born.
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