Was it just a coincidence
that
the cardinal sat on a branch
outside
my morning window
to
bring me news of the day?
Was
it just a coincidence
that
the full moon rose
and
sat on the same branch
to
brighten the night with its shine?
And
is it just a coincidence
that
there is a tree there at all
with
branches to hold
the
bird and the moon
and
a thousand leaves
upon
which are written
the
everyday scriptures
of
sun and wind and rain?
And
is it just a coincidence
that
the id of the universe,
so
infinitely small
and
so wonderfully wide,
allows
you to sit here now
and
read this simple poem?
Is
it just a coincidence
that
there is anything at all?
~William Hammett
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