The world’s eyes rise and fall
like the turning of tides.
Spinning in the deep blue of
them, life is caught in a world
that goes round and round.
A baby girl is born.
The scrubbed pink of cheeks,
the bloody mess of new life,
welcome her to a world of
beautiful entropy.
In this world, she is told,
anything is possible.
Yet with each full revolution the
stars and moon and sun seem
to be farther away.
And with each
rising tide, another year,
another falling out, another
heartbreak.
She wonders, where is the possibility
she was promised from birth?
Where are the calm blue waters and
perfect skies of the world she
was hoping for?
Look closely.
The world will come full circle,
it always does.
Entropy means
beautiful mess, falling apart
to fall back together again.
In this world of choppy waters,
the tides will always rise,
and it’s the ride from the
bottom that makes life
worthwhile.
like the turning of tides.
Spinning in the deep blue of
them, life is caught in a world
that goes round and round.
A baby girl is born.
The scrubbed pink of cheeks,
the bloody mess of new life,
welcome her to a world of
beautiful entropy.
In this world, she is told,
anything is possible.
Yet with each full revolution the
stars and moon and sun seem
to be farther away.
And with each
rising tide, another year,
another falling out, another
heartbreak.
She wonders, where is the possibility
she was promised from birth?
Where are the calm blue waters and
perfect skies of the world she
was hoping for?
Look closely.
The world will come full circle,
it always does.
Entropy means
beautiful mess, falling apart
to fall back together again.
In this world of choppy waters,
the tides will always rise,
and it’s the ride from the
bottom that makes life
worthwhile.
