Posted Notice on Economy

The field of thrashing long stalked grasses by the beach

may flatten in a gale or merely flick involved

by summer breeze. No equilibrium resolves.

Ocean currents cross unreconciled, though each

compels and is induced to cede its course by force.

They change, but conflict does not cancel-out. It’s true

that on a fine day all the butting waves in view

contend a million points of light. They land, of course,

by grace — not right. Attend.

Nature is not proper.

Human wish and fear once fixed frame need, set need

necessity — the fix found permanent names

property. We covenant with windy water

to make natural law. Stranger by my lot, take heed.

Trespass, I’ll shoot you dead. Heaven squares my aim.