She understood the course she had to chart
But roads are often built with twists and turns;
Our lives are rarely straight but bent and curved
And so the road and chart were worlds apart.
She made her plans with care and never thought
That chaos ruled our lives the way it did;
To know there is no rule we first must rid
The lies that we are sold and we have bought.
We are not governed by the gods or fate:
A pendulum must feel some turbulence.
Allow that roads and maps are meaningless -
Not all that's bad is balanced by the great.
How can we plan when ev'ry year we're spun
A thousand miles per hour 'round the sun?
* A Bowlesian (or Australian) sonnet has an
ABBA CDDC EFFE GG rhyme scheme.
So much depth in this, and love that I learned something by this, as I had no idea of the "Bowlesian sonnet". Also, the title is catchy and beyond fitting for this poem. It made me think of "Journey to the center of the earth" for some reason. We can be the most careful, think we're the most clever, yet chaos (from the world or our own faults as humans) can so masterfully unravel what we had planned.
This is beautiful. Living through the thick smoke at the moment in Melbourne is surreal and apocalyptic. The daily updates that it could get worse, that food supplies could be compromised, water could get contaminated as the ash falls from the sky. Ecosystems destroyed in minutes as go a thousand miles per hour around the sun...thanks for standing with us in words.