This poem was written as part of my opening for Dr Jason Fox and Paul Kearney’s Rekindling event in July 2024. This is the kind of event where, upon entry, you step through a portal and are suddenly deep in conversation with magical characters and a humming, sparkly feeling of ‘what is this evening going to become?’🪞
It was quite special to share my second time speaking on stage with my friend Jason and a new friend and most wonderful poet, David Pecotic, who gave us a peak into the mystical, cheeky ways of synchronicity and serendipity.
David's twitter is full of poetry, cobblestone humour* and wonderful provocations https://x.com/djp1974
*adj. - a hearty, earthy brand of wit & wisdom as enduring as the stones themselves
The World Is Fractal, We Are Its Song
Fractals, cracks in the sidewalk, each one a map of a journey we all take. The veins on a leaf, echoes of rivers that braid, mirrored in wrinkles that time on our face has displayed.
We are the chorus, the hum of the hive, a collective buzzing, in a pattern that keeps us alive. Honeycomb spirals, a tessellation of sunflower seeds, woven together, the world's intricate seams.
Constellations whisper secrets in starlight's soft gleam, the dance of the planets, a cosmic, celestial team. Seashells and snowflakes, a blueprint so grand, nature's own compass, held steady in hand. We are the pattern makers, the storytellers, I see, weaving meaning from chaos, while spirits oversee. Ancestral rhythms pulse strong in our core, echoes of wisdom encoded in the land forevermore.
So break free from the grid, the rigid and straight, embrace the nonlinear, the beautifully frayed. The world is a fractal, a symphony vast, and in its grand chorus, our voices are cast.
The World Is Fractal, We Are Its Song