Invisible Hand

At dawn I came
upon a ring
of rocks
set out on
granite flat

hard grey light
on water mirrors
hard grey clouds
rock paper scissors

phragmities trumps loosestrife
and the planet mars

so close to us
that people all around
have rekindled
a faith
in cycles of
revenge
and retribution

why would a god
have to work in any way
more mysterious
than this?

Ann-Patrice Hickey