The Natural Machine

Written by: Chance Kophamer

A tempest calls calm south seas
to rise and fall and they appease
their shifting partner the warm air
of whose plan they're both aware
Soon winds and water will make an eye
which searchs upward, low and high
all the sky for signs to cease
its ephemeral turning and to release
the many tons of water held
by those clouds that bend and meld
themselves into a twisting pair
which first appears a bad affair
but soon each arm's center is found
which sends them faster round and round
Now spiraling with perfect rhythms
the sign is seen and countless prisms
of captured water are set free
to fall to land, then seep to sea
and all the rivers and creeks that drain
that melting snow and heavy rain
complete the final phase
of something cyclic that does amaze
with both its perfect paired pieces
and its broken and breaking releases
that come from lack of counterweight
Yet this slightly flawed state
will always lead into a new
just as beautiful point of view
that is only seen when in between
two balanced parts of a machine
Like the winds and water that make an eye
which soon unravels to reveal blue sky