The Dance
Simon Rees
I
Never is change progress,
never is it chance,
though we are a step
if time is the dance.
II
Chaos is not disorder;
it has its own symmetry,
a fluid naturality
in spontaneity.
Every purpose tires,
every pattern breaks,
and still we wish only
to fix the stakes.
But order does not dance,
nor can it respond or adapt;
fearing the disorder
of a world that has not been mapped.
Genes imply necessity,
but do not imply any goal
as perpetual variety
overrides each soul.
There is a ceaseless wind
over an unmapped sea,
keeping change alive
with or without you and me.