Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Poem: Thriving on Chaos
Thriving on Chaos
Standing in the wall, you salute
the mason who so carefully crafted
the random stones into a wall,
the gray slate holding back the mountain,
a platform for your midnight dance,
unseen by any but God,
your personal jitterbug minuet, drunk,
not on wine, but chaos,
the maelstrom of thoughts, fears and passion
that prys you from your sleep, forcing
you to fight insomnia,
or embrace it.
The picture was taken last spring at Consider Bardwell Farm, just down the road from me in West Pawlet. You can click on it for a larger version.