Chaos Theory — #NaPoWriMo Day 5

Where things begin

is anyone’s guess; a distant
cast by the wind,

a decision made from spite, or care,
or an inside joke. Nevertheless,

lines are cast, crossing at moments unpredictable.

No model can predict who
will remain friends

and who will find themselves
on a beach,

wondering about the past and future,
unsure about this moment. We just aren’t very good

at predicting the future. Perhaps
because it’s never here.
But if what’s happening

– these lines, crossing, moving — is seen,

really seen, then the beautiful nature of

shapes moving

in time

reveals itself.

Wave after wave
after wave.


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