A Poem for Spring: Chaos by Helen Frudd


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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