Uniformity

Talk about the bleakness
Of a  Saharan dune
In full summer,
Of the snow blanketed tundra
In full Siberian winter,
Of the depthless tropical atoll
In the endless Pacific summer,
Of the enveloping cocooning greyness
Crossing the English Channel in winter,
Human mind cannot cope with perfection
Chaos is for us as necessary as breathing.
Notwithstanding the pain that it brings
We need the seed of disorder
To recall the absolute beauty
Of our limited existence here
Without it life is not worth it
For are we not its children?

  Lucette C. Bailliet ©