Tuesday, September 06, 2005

The control of chaos
by
John Dutton


My perspective
made it arc
And the movement
of the car
Made it look guided
But it was just a
drop, dropping,
Delayed by the
leaves.

After the rain it
chose me
And my eyes were
magnetized
Pulled towards it
But it hit the
windscreen,
screaming,
Glass can be harder
than water.

I thought of the fly
And the shadow of
the swatter
Looming from
our world
But a fly, flying,
Can escape the
moment.

Then I saw the nails
flying
And felt the dumb
awareness
That I was in their
path
But the hate,
hating,
Was controlling the
chaos.