Chaos does not sleep
Just points his gun and takes aim
Chips fall where they may

Collect your fallen
Move along, nothing to see
Prayers and thoughts sent

What’s one more life lost?
After Sandy Hook we shed
Our humanity

Chaos does not sleep
Just points his gun and takes aim
Chips fall where they may

Collect your fallen
Move along, nothing to see
Prayers and thoughts sent

What’s one more life lost?
After Sandy Hook we shed
Our humanity

I am the tuning fork, a shimmering frisson of vibration calling the heart to harmony
I am also the rock, though, throwing ripples concentrically across once calmed waters
Peace and chaos vie for my soul, my meditation song pulled from the place of light
Spilling haphardly across the courtyard where I tend tightly ordered rows of flowers
Regimental form forced on blood red roses contrary to their petals’ better nature,
Never certain which will win the day, tranquility or turmoil, I toil with hope and a smidgen of fear.
Not anymore, but there was a time
When laundry piled up in baskets
And toys cluttered the floors.
Our mornings were hectic
Nothing ever in its place.
Keys always missing and
Lunch money dispersed.
Backpacks with homework,
Field trip permission forms, and
Last minute projects forgotten til 8.
Life was chaotic, messy; an adventure.