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
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