Member Poem

I can see the universe in an ant
Or a snow flake’s fractal,
Or a sunflower’s seed
Or an electron’s spin;
As the earth continues its temporal
Dance around the sun, and returns,
And goes off again spinning.
Who told the earth to spin upon its axis?
Do not go in a spiral,
Spinning fact from fiction;
Every house has a builder,
As the ants do spiral in clusters,
Each with a leaf, or a branch
Or twig; careful, meticulous,
Methodical; intelligent,
And I but stood in awe,
And yet too found myself in that spiral,
Spinning fiction out of truth.
Fibonacci knew this truth well:
You can’t connect
Nothing with nothing.