In the grand composition from amoeba to man,
Mother Nature is not one for revising,
no crumpled sheet music surrounds her feet.
Mother Nature improvises like a jazzman playing his riff,
not thinking of the coda, not wanting one,
wanting only to flow with the unfolding notes,
swinging with the rhythm, moving with the theme,
blowing a horn, fingering a keyboard, strumming on strings,
composing on the fly, not needing rehearsal.
Jazzman and Nature in a forever present tense,
recalling only enough past to continue the current theme,
and without wondering where the melody leads them.
Richard Fein has been published in many web and print journals. He has two personal web sites on which you can view his poetry and photography.