in the balance

do frogs transmigrate
sideways?
do cats mingle with mice
for any reason other than
family barbecues?
if a wayward word
happens out the side of my mouth
would you come gather it
for your bouquet
of nonsensical contingencies?
and when does the moon
dip below the clouds
to taste of its own reflection
in the ocean, in the lake
in the wild grass and the wine glass?
I cannot answer your simplest question
but I am certain
there is room enough
for every possible solution
in the balance of broken worlds
made whole
by droplets of our desire
to see it so