Ordered Chaos

I might be too old to write about the birds and the bees. That’s alright. I went ahead and added some music and video just to confirm what I already knew. It’s the little things that make life interesting. I wrote a poem for this project, forgot about it, then wrote another one with a slightly different perspective. They’re both here:

“Ordered Chaos”

We are obsessively enslaved
To our own sense of place and order
Every room has a function
Every place, a purpose

Rarely do we consider
The genius of nature’s chaos

Song sparrows
Sing for a mate
And in the same spot
A rabbit is torn
Limb from limb
To feed a coyote

In that same spot
Sweet pea feeds a hungry bee
In symbiotic friendship

Grass dies quickly
Tree claims victory,
Sleeps during the cold months
And again fights
Grass’ resurrection in the spring

We see disorder
Because we are blind
To what real order can be
We are disruptions to harmony

Listen to the song
Join the chorus

Birds called to me
Singing songs of lifted joy
“You must have seen her!
This path
Of long lost journeys.

Her beautiful legs
Now brightly adorned
In skirted magic
All aglow in purple
And yellow
Brighter than the sun.

Even the bees
Can’t escape
Her seductive sweetness
Drawn to her
Unknowingly,
Hopelessly hypnotized.

Have you ever seen
Such full, thick trim?
Stroked
By gentle breezes
Braided
By fiddle-necks and mustard

Everything
Is drawn to her now.
Everything
Even you.
You have no answer for it
Neither have you the will
To fight away
Her calling”

The Video: