Laura at dVerse has invited us to consider the noun form of order.
“The order that our mind imagines is like a net, or like a ladder, built to attain something. But afterward you must throw the ladder away, because you discover that, even if it was useful, it was meaningless.” Umberto Eco
A Different Order
It doesn’t begin until the magpie sings in the night
perhaps in September or late in October,
and summer is wrapped in six months
while winter dips into spring
and sometimes brings rain in both,
as it is for me that I might or
might not of anything or everything,
should it matter and,
even if it did,
would it really if I just didn’t?
And, even if it proved to be so,
I have a different drum
that beats strange.
©Paul Vincent Cannon