The Order of Things

The distance

beween the joints

in your fingers

tells you

to gather pebbles

as you walk the

river trail

The tides

leave you patterns

of seaweed

and conch shells

below the dunes

I tell you

pockets! pockets!

Put the largest pieces

in first

wipe the salt

off each thing

but not

losing yourself

in the journey of the sand.

The sunflower follows

the sun

and arranges its seeds

Leonardo says

you will grow to be

a man like this

What does the hurricane say?

The swirling licks of hair at your crown?