weather poem 2

chaos is a lens.

 we could look at dis-organizing, dis-solution as
everything is falling apart around me
everything is a mess or broken
it’s hopeless
everything is broken

or we could look at it through the lens of chaos which says
everything changes.

how do they say?
matter is neither created nor destroyed.
just rearranged. 

chaos is not anarchy. it is the order we cannot detect because of our limited vision.
weather teaches us to accept the limitations of our perception, the limitations of predictability.

 “predictability horizon”

 we can guess tomorrow’s weather
but we will never know if it will rain this day next year. 

our individual and cultural (r)evolution are absolutely dependent on chaos
change must.
in order for life.

chaos is just movement.
change is. 

and even in endings, in the undoing
chaos is the primordial fecundity out of which everything next is made.
it is the most fertile of composts. 
storms come that we didn’t see coming. and not all storms are bad; they just undo.

our power is not in not-dying.
our power is in resurrecting.