this is the language of the universe
in patterned rotation
determined orbit
when we step back and observe
the movements
predictable
consistent
reliable
the sun comes up again

who am I to say that any occurrence
can be labeled “good” or “bad”
I’m still trying to define what makes a person
either
both
or none
until the stories have run their course
and every outcome’s been explored
I remain the zen farmer at sunrise