***
Both the flux of the heavens
And the flux deep within are slow,
Compared to the layered assemblies between--
Amoebae, Cells, humans,
Swirling and mingling to rhythms their own
And shared.
I think I am fixed in place and time,
Caught in a matrix of ebb and flow
Subject to laws prescribed.
But at the edges light dances, time wobbles.
There what is certain gives way to the
Inexplicable.
Some call these uncertainties mysteries
Others say miracles.
--Marge
Note: Background adapted from a photo by Joe Parks, titled "Milky Way over Crater Lake."
