by Temple Cone
Sequences & ratios mark the sky:
A shriek of starlings or star of shrikes ravels
In wondrous Celtic knots, endless as π,
Wind-drawn contrails whisper how our travels
Cross & fade in non-Euclidean lines,
Thunderheads cascade, & auroras, slick-
Hued with witch oils, roil toward horizons:
Page after page of heaven's arithmetic.
What's their function? A world of add & subtract?
Yearling geese fill gaps in autumn Vs,
Virga fades, hail kills crops—a hard fact.
Might God in fact reside in multiples—
Pollen or snow—or in dividing plague & wars,
Our remainder the space between stars?