THE BUOYANT PRECISION OF CHAOS

things drift out of place with the fluidity
of unrelated scraps of air being shuffled
and rearranged around perplexed gills
never designed to breathe them.

weightless, soundless gulps of imaged
thoughts vibrate for a moment, like strings
wound too tight in the depths of throat, to
then slacken and revisit the emergent intimacy
of this unfamiliar milieu in bubbling surges

- and the eyes stare with widening blindness
at the tiny sparkles bursting unfathomable
meanings, as they erupt in open-mouthed
gasps.

swimming in buoyant undercurrents of winds
opposing themselves where water should be
and the scales, still clammy with the salt of
many tides, know it has been, becomes
an art, refined with each dry stroke.

and the desiccated pattern of chaos
establishes itself with the precision
of bones

- falling slowly to the bottom, fleetingly
set in the outline of a skeleton, and then
wafted, again, with the lightness of dust

or maybe, of a new, fluid blueprint of things
drifting into place in seemingly unrelated
dots…

© 2007 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®