Spiralling Down

 

First I saw bricks give way.

then the bricks and mortar collapsing

down, a chaos

in which I unexpectedly saw beauty,

a stampede of petals;

oh, I’m exaggerating to jump on a few lines;

there was a curvature, a pattern

one sometimes sees in a whorl of petals

because the fall of one brick is contingent on the fall

of the previous, except symmetry, a radial symmetry, almost,

spiralling down 

was totally spectacular, absolutely beautiful.