Harmonic Opposites

• Christopher Brown, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2018

As reverence resounds around cicada and orchid alike,
my quickened breath’s sincerity betrays my stubborn frame.
undeterred, I reach an archaic bike.
Impertinent to natural allurement, it maims
it's surroundings with artificiality.
Approaching, I realize this aberrations barbarity
contrasting to Earth’s vibrant fragility.
While I remove it from encumbering roots that stab the ground
it roars out of slumber, threatening to jackknife.
It breaks.
Suddenly, a crimson ladybug announces herself from its tragedy.
To think that something so corrupt could contain magnificence!
I toss the carcass back into its defiled grave, where it
will eventually blur into natural sacrosanct.
Perhaps a harmonic beauty is possible?