Negentropy

When plowing snow,
I always try to push downhill.
Seem logical, let gravity tug on my little tractor.
But the more I think about it, the more I think I am very wrong.
I wonder if the goal of life, is to resist entropy
Things fall apart, get mixed together, ultimately co-mingled in the sea of potential.
This is entropy’s powerful pull,
Until and unless life intercedes.
It is life, that selects which minerals to pluck from the mess entropy spilled.
accumulating them, differential and calculated.
It is life, that carries its’ sustenance, uphill, up current, up wind,
from the depths to the surface, it reverses time’s steady deposition
Life organizes meaning from the indistinguishable
Life invents love
These acts, life’s work, are deliberate.
They take will.
Like cleaning up, or arranging letters on a page
you do the work, against entropy, making order from chaos.