The D'Alembert Principle

What contradiction in the planet
Forces empty space to man it,
Or graces us with what is found
Buried naked in the ground,
Or from a barren, hardened winter
Makes the lavish summer splinter,
Or even, in the crook of night,
Before the dawn digs up the light,
Makes a bird lift up her head,
Scruffy, damp, and underfed,
Wave an absentminded wing,
And, against all expectations, sing?

December 7th & 8th, 2001

December 12th, 2021
Kaiholu