Liberat.es
Chaos Theory — #NaPoWriMo Day 5
Where things begin
is anyone’s guess; a distant
motion
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
alone
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.