Nature’s Question

Doesn’t it seem that somewhere the molecules of grass and stone have begun to disintegrate separating out the elements, breathing a new substance, anew—and seems, that a hint of structure lies concealed both in fathoms of distance and within the dreams of shadow and delirium, in places you may think are vacant. And unlike any form of pleasure, each may become a new thing entirely, love itself, as the oceans whisper and all repletion feeds this chaos.

• Marianne Moore