From gooseberry to cockerel

From gooseberry to cockerel

From gooseberry spread on the
Spiraling ground, rolling
and roll Polly, glittering
and kicked to corners,
picked by some to be tasted,

to cockerel creating a mystery
to its arrival and formation,
egg or omelets, hen or chicken,
all the same for me philosophy,
for many choking the secret

of tabulation of much and many,
there is life, there is sure living
in all, there is one God and His
motive pervading, yet for so many,
it is a chance collocation or negation.