Quarrel

Chilly afternoon on the backyard grass yesterday

I sit and ponder
words to describe the passings before my eyes
around me, within me,
I listen.
Everything appears as scrambled as eggs,
yet perfect and orderly,
the Universe orchestrates its string quartet
and I allow it to be
the troublesome antics of life's little ways
offering quarrels between my heart and my head
but I trust
for trust is flow
so I allow it,
as I sit and ponder
words to describe the passings before my eyes.