As I pondered the madness of the world
With its discordant harmonies that jar my senses,
A small moth alighted on the wall opposite.
Such exquisite perfection in shape and form.
Beautiful and pretty and small.
And perfectly symmetrical.
And more complex than anything
I could ever conceive
Or worry about.
An instant component of my view
That wasn’t there a moment ago.
Shame. I’d thought I’d understood just then.
But this whirling thing of such complexity
Flitted quietly by and landed there.
Just like that.
And changed my view.