To Be Recycled

Because I’m going to see an exhibit of art from scrap,
recycled pieces—bent, twisted, shaped into new forms
Because I see shapes in clouds, dragons and tea kettles
spewing their breath into a background of blue
Because I will feast on smoked fish canapes
and puffed pastry filled with crab meat and shrimp
Because I read of tornados and torrential rains,
mudslides and earthquakes—the earth mangled,
I marvel when a flower pushes through the rupture—

The release of a second chance to grow,
to alter, to fit the landscape