Chance

We feel the volt inside our veins, inside the vines, inside the rain, and through the capillaries of a tree. We feel the pulse above in storms, vibrato of thunder, the whispering rhythms of a river, magnetic currents in the earth, the alternating flow of breath, the push of tides, reversing air from caves, dilating hum and dance of bees, the chant of auctioneer. All oscillate together, or they seem to, in this play of chance, beneath the stars' indifference.