There’s something here about knowing
and unlearning
the way that attraction connects
a moth to lightning,
or a tumbleweed to Mars.
The legacies of myths, perhaps;
so many lessons held within this land.
There’s something here about what is seen
when we begin asking different questions
what is found at the edges
invisible though in plain sight.
Something here about perception
and accumulation
about ecological and social tipping points.
When exactly does change occur?
I often wonder
when does chaos become form?