My million year old gut
Loves the feeling
Safe, seemingly, in my house
A thousand years of technology in the making
From the wind wild
The elemental weather,
Billions of years in the coming
A creation of sun and water and air
Chaotic as it flaunts and flails
Randomly demonstrating and demanding.
I would not want to be a Chickadee on this day
Clinging to a tree.
But they have their own wise ways
And likely a rising in their guts too,
Now don’t they?