Nature, You are my sobriety

Nature, you are my sobriety
knuckles white on a
crumbling pillow cover
writer's minds abhor
everyday troubles
can I get an amen?

the desk full of

quantitative papers
step one, step two, step three
become only the unframed
picture of a small boy

with brown eyes
a cigarette carton

with one finger left
unopened for years
details haunt

but nature, today
on a swing, under my oak
you let all your details out to play
racketing details
and yet contain them
and everywhere was
life, life, life abundantly
but no chaos
beauty in tiny white flowers
scattered on hot black tar
hawk
painted high on
smoggy southern california
even I
with my dirty white shirt

detail
a mind exploding 1000 times with duty

pity
a heart yearning for chaos

unnamed
I am contained in you
I am one in a

multitude
and today that is okay
and today it makes me feel good.