So we are each made of molecules
that danced a certain way to fuse together,
become something solid.
This I know, that we are not dice that fall
in a random pattern,
but birds of a feather that find one another,
flock together,
sometimes even fly in tandem.
Magic wears a veil
behind which is occurring a string of things
much more than happenstance.
Though wonder is at times subtle and shy,
she can surprise with a clarity
as bright as lights stringed from tree to tree –
revealing the ever melding,
ever joining patterns
that make up for each of us
the extraordinary, unrepeatable gift
called living.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
April 2021
Living Tree Poetry 