A Poem for Spring: Chaos by Helen Frudd

Chaos

What if I prefer the idea

of being here without a god

that the right conditions

met in the dark and went bang

and no deity but pure chance

created me and everything else.

Call it science, luck or magic

the point is with no design or plan

all this just happened. The robins

in the garden just know, with no

visible sign it’s time to carry

scraps of wool into the ivy

and the bulbs, knowing only

the brown globes of themselves

push green spikes up towards the sun.

That’s not chaos to me but freedom.

by Helen Frudd, March, 2014

Publisher of Pat's Guide to Glasgow West End; the community guide to the West End of Glasgow. Fiction and non-fiction writer.