I wrote the poem called Chaos several years ago to celebrate my first and only (thus far) tat. It mixes in my concept of chaos as a creative force.
Enjoy!
Chaos
She had a round tattoo
on the fleshy webbing
between thumb and index.
She named it Chaos,
claimed a Chinese glyph
bode complex meaning.
In between the random-
ness, there’s order. In a room-
full of writers a single thread
emerges, bobbing its
synchronous head until
we see it. That’s Chaos.
From the sky an island seen
through thickets of trees,
pockets of light, coagulated shade.
At ground level under the marl,
specks taste the same,
chemical reactions occur.
Vibrancy beneath all,
Chaos in the making.
