How glorious, the swirling sun is dawning,
My senses pressed against the pane of morning.
A parliament of starlings take their flight,
Wings suddenly exploding into light.
Their murmurations stitch the fabric sky,
Designs that mesmerize and mystify.
Though science has a sterile explanation,
How it must feel bends my imagination.
Fish keep the pattern going, though unseen,
In schools that swarm and gyre down below,
The DNA in double helices,
Vines twisting around and upward as they grow;
The cowlick in my hair, the hurricane,
The universe, the inkle in the drain:
And as for us, this witness that we bear,
The signature is written everywhere,
Defying entropy, this ordered strand,
A cool, smooth truth, like sea glass in my hand.
by Kathy Kamath
I Dwell In Possibility 