long before it ever got around to discovering particles
and atoms and molecules and stars and planets
and organic compounds and living, physical structures.
Someone infinitely creative and playful
tucked away wildness and fantastic variety
right down into the deepest structure of reality.
Who is this one, who made the fractal womb,
and out of its pattern unfolded thistles,
and sunflowers and fingerprints
and fishes and butterflies swimming in the sea and in the air
throwing off heart-breaking beauty without a thought,
with fantastic shapes and colors on their wings and bodies?
Who is this one who made ants, and beetles, and wild horses
and corals and lichens and clouds and galaxies?
Who gave me the imagination to ask these questions?
It's you, isn't it—you who invite us to call to you—
The One Who Is There To Help
Whatever names you choose for yourself, thank you.