All of the Breaths are Organized

​All of the breaths are organized,
Hexagons, sunlight through the trees,
Trails traces brambles, snails,
Numbers stacked by Ptolemys,

A flywheel, a neuron, the sense
Of heat, the volcano that ripped
Off the head of the mountain warms
The ground that had been stripped,

Marchers, tribes, tumbling
Chronologies, species and planets, when
One sun flames, one nest glows,
One sorrel whose leaves open in the glen,

Dewberries, sweet and royal,
The trailing leaves that take root
In the soil, the hermit thrush calls
With the shrill of the flute.