Benjamin Burke

Nature is chaos

figuring itself out

Which means then

of course

so are we

We are a living recipe

For disaster?

For change?

A way to move through the world, while it’s constantly rearranged

You’re not deranged

You are not crazy

You simply feel what one must feel

When the world is simply not taking very good care of itself

You know what’s good. You know what’s real.

And you simply want more of it

You see no reason for seasons of war —

Though seasons must change

This whole world tilts on its axis

So sometimes it works, sometimes it relaxes

Sometimes it springs to life

Sometimes it hunkers down for winter

Sometimes it basks in the glow of its very own light

Sometimes it welcomes all the colors, takes a breath, and let’s it fall

Life is a phone that is constantly ringing

At some point, you must take the call

There’s no such thing as endless summer

But there is always room for swimming

You will never find a thing that never ends

But there’s always room for more beginnings

There is a room within the chaos

There is a world within the void

It’s the one we’re on

Just floating

Together

On a planet

with a heart made of fire and steam

There in between the Sun and the Moon

it’s just us

we are the dream

of every star we can see

So let us welcome the light — it has traveled so far

Just to be here

To witness

Everything that is growing

And it don’t go away when some things begin dying

This world isn’t just about doing and doing

For real

It’s mostly about trying.