Think How

Do you think the future is
a linear beast, constrained
within its evolution by
deterministic random walks along
a narrow, one-way avenue,
prescribed in its identity by
time’s unerring quantum arrow?

Think how ripples radiate,
escaping from the impact
of a stone upon water’s
fluid fabric, alike, yet
different from the crystalline
chaos, aroused by a kiss from
that same stone, of propagating
cracks through tempered safety glass.

Think how roots invest the dirt-grained
darkness, how trees conspire to
lift their leaves to drink from braided
streams of wind and sunlight.
Think how Fibonacci inspires a snail’s
shell growth, how pigments birth their paintings.
Think, and then think how, before you plan.

about Craig W. Steele

Craig W. Steele resides with his family in the countryside of northwestern Pennsylvania, not far from Lake Erie. When not writing, he's a professor of biology at Edinboro University. Craig was the featured poet and interviewed in Stone Path Review (Fall 2012). His poetry has appeared in numerous anthologies, literary journals and magazines, most recently in Mused: the BellaOnline Literary Review, Plainsongs, The Fib Review, Melancholy Hyperbole and elsewhere, and is forthcoming in Stone Path Review, Ottawa Arts Review, The Lyric and Boston Literary Magazine, amongst others.

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