by William Heath
Beware the strange attractor
that bubbles in the pot,
makes the smoke curl up
from the butt in the ashtray.
Have you wondered why
the weatherman so often gets
it wrong, or the healthy heart
breaks into wild fibrillations?
Chaos is a far cry from
mere randomness.
High above our heads
a tempestuous ballerina
performs upon a tightrope,
she can leap from point
to point along the rope
but dare not venture
beyond its confine as
we crick our necks to see
how far she dare tilt
lest she slip and fall.