Richard Dunn-Roberts

View from the Dock at Dulamo

Thanksgiving Morning, 2003

Chaos and the Butterfly



grows like a forest

around my life;

the path leads down to death.


But whether I speed up

to pass the jerk,

or slow down

because I know that cop hides here,

the butterfly still flits

unknowingly, inexorably,

towards my radiator grill.


And so what

if itís all coincidence,

or serendipity?


As I lay down at last, at home,

my corrupting body

cries out from every cell,

"It is beautiful!",

and softly repeats,

"It is beautiful."




Photograph, © 2003, Richard Dunn-Roberts

Poem, © 2004, Richard Dunn-Roberts