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Selection - 1. Selection

Observations from the change of seasons.

About Choosing

 

Does the rain

opt to let its cloud go,

and can it select its landing place,

either parched plain or fever swamp or tidy lawn,

as if its preference might matter

to a tired, thirsty world

where it falls?

 

Crocuses

don’t choose which sunny day

to open themselves to birds and bees,

for it is in their nature to spread wide their arms

joining earth to sky and sky to earth

before the ground can warm

to sprout seeds.

 

The river

has no say in its course,

but hurries or meanders slowly

in response to the attitude of gravity

that placed clusters of rocks and alders

on the hill and valley

years ago.

 

Mergansers

cannot resist the urge

to travel ever farther northward

when the sun rises higher and the light lengthens,

for they were made to swim chilly streams

and make their secret homes

in the woods.

 

So I say

I am a self, ingrained,

born as I was, and not as chosen

by politicians or scripture with less wisdom

or understanding of true nature

than ducks or crocuses

or the rain.


Thank you for taking the time to read and reflect on this.
Copyright © 2026 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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9 hours ago, Headstall said:

Nature, of which we are a part of, is wonderful chaos that needs not make sense to mere mortals living in the moment. We only need appreciate how intricate life is, its differences belying the notion diversity in life is somehow wrong.  No, it is the key! Nature must be viewed through millennia to see the full beauty and rage of it. I absolutely loved your final verse. There is a satisfying bite to it, yet the message soothes as we absorb it. As beings brougth into the chaos, we do not ask, we receive. Ah... sorry... too much? :unsure2: 

Well done, Parker. 

You’re very kind, and I thank you for your thoughtful response to these. The last skyscraper’s bite came naturally, especially as I consider the false choices that are being forced upon yet another generation of kids subjected to this era’s neopuritanism. Thanks again. 

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5 hours ago, BendtedWreath said:

as if its preference might matter
to a tired, thirsty world
where it falls? - (On that note, I pity the clouds that get swept up into hurricanes.)

This one was profound.

Each raindrop is buffeted and torn in its way down. You’re right though: the clouds have as little choice about their speed or direction as the raindrops do. Thanks for your thoughts and for taking time with these. 

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3 hours ago, drsawzall said:

You had me with the simple truth of this stanza….

 

So I say 

I am a self, ingrained, 

born as I was, and not as chosen 

by politicians or scripture with less wisdom 

or understanding of true nature 

than ducks or crocuses 

or the rain.

Thank you. That last stanza let me stand against those who would make my choices for me, and who would deny us the chance to say for ourselves who we might be, or where we might land. Thanks again. 

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4 hours ago, Thirdly said:

I am a self, ingrained, born as I was, and not as chosen - But, in my next life I'm going to be a saxophonist in a touring Salsa band, and in the life after that, I wouldn't mind being one of those mergansers you were talking about.

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I shall be sure to come hear your band in my next life! Thank you for reading and for your thoughts. 

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