Who has ever faulted a tree
For discarding her leaves
In an unbecoming fit
Of temporal inconsistency?
Or disparaged the vacillating sea
For resolute tides that heave,
Lust for the shore,
Then retreat in violent uncertainty?
Do you not recognize sky for sky
When a storm arrives
And tears cloud her celestial eyes?
Or forgive the clouds on high
For shapes that connive
To stymie the petty passers-by?
Yet as man seeks to overcome nature
In a show of rational conformity
I will deny mine
Lindsey McAllister
Published in Issue 40