Thursday, 7 January 2021

Chaos

This one was born out of the period of time I worked in a computer science department in Canberra and was surrounded by mathematicians obsessed with chaos theory. It was all I heard about for a while.

Anyway ...

Chaos

A sparkling raindrop,

drops,

drops,

drops.

A wonderful, crystalline tear.


A snowflake falls softly,

white,

starry,

porcelain thin.


In each are tiny worlds,

intricate patterns,

patterns forming,

patterns forming,

patterns forming,

patterns changing.


Chaotic order.

An eternal mystery.

Undying,

unborn,

enduring.


C. Newberry, July 1990.

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