today the normal ways of knowing things seem to be melting at their edges,
the distinctions between them nothing but slippery mirage.

what we thought was science is actually poetry.
what we called history is simple math.
               the lessons add up inevitably.

               security isn’t security,
               but chaos isn’t chaos either.
today the trees prepare to bud greenly, impelled by ancient formulas.

a friend who met a glacier while traveling last month
says its enormity brought her to tears. like an animal it groaned and calved,

offspring shearing into the water. a vision she couldn’t comprehend –
               water, but animal.
               ice, but infinity.

don’t try to turn back the clock of your mind.
this is how we know now.       this is who we could become.