Fibonacci

[Guest guest]

Fibonacci at my kitchen door

Fronds of one stock furl

mathematically considerate

of each other's surging

into space

their rectitude

the straightest lines in nature

their modesty in touching curl

of heads bowed

in proportion's acknowledgement

of place

I am undone, dear Fibonacci,

by this green and silent sermon

of humble harmony's

return

an old testament of ordered law –

a new testament of beauteous portent

a family of fern.

a.o.howell