Chaos Theory for Beginners Listen there is yet a chance at madness to become the lioness in a field of moon lilies For words to push up from the known deep grow gills form feet wing through water’s skin We talk of doors but really we are only breaking walls Listen your eyes are so sky in that hurricane dress the hugest two moons I’ve ever Everything’s happening so slowly fast it’s hard to discern who needs repair and who is just mean enough to survive I mean isn’t chaos merely a loss space- defined the names of all the birds floating up like sheets freed from their lines and aren’t we all standing here on that flattest piece of earth shielding our eyes in our stormy clothes lilies at our brows stirring a little heat beneath our skirts just jonesing to rise Previously published in Tahoma Literary Review. Poet and photographer, Ronda Piszk Broatch is the author of Lake of Fallen Constellations, (MoonPath Press, 2015), Shedding Our Skins, and Some Other Eden, (2005). Seven-time Pushcart Prize nominee, Ronda is the recipient of an Artist Trust GAP Grant, a May Swenson Poetry Award finalist, and former editor of Crab Creek Review. Her journal publications include Atlanta Review, Prairie Schooner, Fourteen Hills, Mid-American Review, and Fire On Her Tongue: An Anthology of Contemporary Women's Poetry (Two Sylvias Press). Comments are closed.
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