Quiet Chaos

Quiet Chaos


Surrounding me ideas, bits and pieces,
flotsam and jetsom of my life fly by
in patterns no choreographer
could ever devise.

Inside the spirals dance without music,
pattern or purpose. Colors, ideas wick and wither,
or blossom and each falling petal
flies back into the silent fray.

A year long, stalled mid-process project
comes to fruition delaying, if not deleting,
another equally important dream.
And the craziness surges.

But infinitely quietly.
And yet, the absence of noise,
the deafening silence
is slowly, inexorably,

driving me insane.