As I Sweep
As I sweep the patio
the invisible spoon of the wind
restirs the dirt. It has
a genius for dispersion
as I desire to concentrate.
It may be relied upon
to disperse milkweed seeds,
riding their entrepreneurial journeys
to new places to sink and root.
And so these opposite tendencies
interplay in the world -
concentration and dispersal,
sorting and retangling -
for trash and thought
I prefer concentration.