Chaos, my lover

Chaos, my lover,
is a three-masted schooner
arriving, anchor catching on
some jagged place I did not even know about.

Colored beads and mirrors are in my hands; I choke
in amazement, dazzled to see myself

at last.

Abandoning the scientific method, I lie very still
as you stride ashore.

Joanna Wiebe, April 3, 2007

For Tim


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