This chaos
it's all too much

(he froze it, he chopped it
it sends up a green shoot
a neighbor jiggles her foot
the thermometer reads
102 degrees
who killed the electric car?
sweet escape in the minivan
I sweep the floor
as though it were mine
the stocked larder
a good sign
the bent teaspoon
has moved a mountain
abundant water falls)

we try to reduce
the glowing embers
of former future lives
to umm
to now
to utter simplicity

water
seeks the depth of
ocean and cycles upward
again into cloud

chaos
moves us
to seek transcendence

I can't write.
I write with a calm hand.

Oh, yes, chaos is good.