The sky was pallid, lacking device.
My ambition was weedy and my aims imprecise.
I walked near a garden while out on a stroll.
My mind in a spin that was out of control.
When a rabbit darted from beneath the hedge-row yew
out onto the pavement and pondered askew.
It paused just enough to acknowledge my glance
then hurried away in a leap and a prance.
My eyes then diverted to a swelling of phlox,
purple and white, and crept over rocks.
Opportunistic, these flowers that crawl
slow and indifferent of their beauty and sprawl.
A shelter for insects, this bloom carpet sum
covered terrain in a besetment of rhumbs.
The rabbit returned, hopped in a straight line,
I stood there connecting the points to design.
What wonder is here. What mystery there.
The path to discovery does not compare
the direction, the lines that we draw are just that.
Drawn from perspective, our own charted plat.
The rabbit now vanished, my lunch hour spent,
I returned to my workday with a poet’s intent.