The sky tore itself in two today,
sun and storm clouds rendered
yin and yang. Mottled clouds,
blue-black swollen, held their own
against the force of sunlight
streaming through. I am undone
watching these trees stunned
by light and buoyed by clouds
glowing silver and golden-green:
this perfect filigreed crowning
of the autumn earth. I am undone
by this alchemical cleaving, this
furious beauty and raucous calm,
this world so stubbornly willing
to teach us something of its own
being, teach us something of ours.
