Acorn

But and so thus notwithstanding --
It was beginning to look like no
Measure of connecting words would
Ever patch back together
The horizon which buckled,
Gave way, and lost its horizontal
Common sense. Instead, all manner
Of expletives and interjections
Pierced the texture of the day,
Sent familiar lines swaying,
Losing their bearings, with no up
And no down, no was and no is,

Until I saw an acorn at my feet
And knew it meant an oak-tree was there.
A sturdy, reliable fact
Which lifted the haze.