Sometimes
an ill wind blows
unsettling
burdensome on the heart
as though a dirge is playing
just out of earshot
small weights are cast
little hooks in each
one
two
three
not
h e a v y
…yet…
but soon
thin wisps of cloud
steal slow across the sky
no threat felt
till sun once there
has faded from view
and the dull grey
blends up and down
what a sodden woolen time
heavy as jeans in the lake
and boots filled with water
pulling
d
o
w
n
Harnessing Chaos 