Scattered,Too ~ Philip Brent Harris


Scattered thoughts drop, skittering ‘round my fevered brain,
Uncertain, eager, undecided, driven, unknown, alone.
So many paths, all taken more than once, divided and diverted.
I seem only able understand that which I do not understand.

Scattered nature, random, happenstance, unrealized patterns;
Rain falling, misting, sprinkling, driving, no cause but gravity,
Engenders life in barren places, sidewalk cracks, rocky knolls,
Swells rivers, floods plains, drowns cities, leaves silted fertile land.

Scattered surf forever crashes into, onto adamantine stone,
Shattering nature’s obdurate foundations into drifting sand.
While life’s hidden bounty swims beneath the frothy tides,
Till tremors trigger tsunamis before which nothing stands.

Scattered smoke from hearths, to homes, to raging forests
May bring warmth to cuddle close or charred earth and lives.
Survival fosters desolation hope and conditions for growth,
Charred trees hold both destruction and bitter-sweet promise.

Scattered fallen leaves sing autumn’s soft, inevitable decline;
Life slows as cold nips us to the bone and blinds our eyes.
We wonder how amidst such beauty our world can simply die;
Though we’ve known the steps of this dance since our birth.

Scattered winter snows, flirt with the wind, our vision,
Or gently falls and falls and falls until it has blanketed all.
Yet, as nature lies dormant, distant in refreshing slumber,
In pristine ground waits, ready canvas to recreate our lives.

Scattered spring clouds, fluffy, dark, windblown, presage life;
Early showers which bring forth flowers give color to our hope.
Bright green shoots claw up, break ground as seeds give birth.
Every horizon paints green rainbow visions before our eyes.

Scattered children’s laughter decorates warm summer seashores.
Plants reach undaunted to the sun, life-giving cosmic radiation.
Bees bounce from blossom to blossom bestowing pollen’s bounty;
Blossoms transform to nourishment, decay into nourishment.

Scattered hope, property, life, futures confront the specter of fear.
All swept away by fire, flood, earthquake, famine and disaster.
All lead to natural and necessary growth and change through pain.
This endless cycle that we both court and reject, yet cannot escape.

Scattered sand and fire brings forth glass, beautiful and practical.
Shattered stones building our shelters, paving our roads smooth,
Sawdust, wood chips, splinters when we fell the tree, mill the board,
Charred earth, churned earth to plant the seed, clear water to grow.

Scattered metaphors, similes, analysis, comparisons, pale shadows,
Lead backward to where we have often been before, will be again.
Whether life feels rich with promise or scourged and scoured bare,
With change the only constant we must seek hope and joy and love.

Scattered thoughts drop onto my fevered brain to cook, combine.
Some are quickly seared and ready for consumption, presentation.
Some simmer endless hours, half-forgotten with an occasional stir.
Whether delicate, robust, haute cuisine, hardy fare all may nourish.


Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,  Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment


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