Why do we gravitate toward

an idealized arrangement

of natural design and beauty,

heaping layer upon layer

of flat stones separated

from orderly round ones?

Do these walls stand

compressed in architectural

tribute to planned selection

over the stew of spontaneity?

Why does man’s comfort

with the squashing power

of conformity supersede

the messy-but-meaningful

marrow of our diverse story

… our diverse history?