Tom Greggs

Tom Greggs
 
JACK STRAWS
 
Chaos is structure, fear—
the glue which binds the whole
 
A life composed of sticks
piles of which are shaped
 
as traps, weirs, cones,
domes, tortured or ordered
 
some high-piled risers
others folded, badly fastened
 
Time will tease them apart
stick by stick, this then another
 
leaving a hole, a space
where light fills in
 
the sum reduced by one
then more light
 
blue, soft, opening up
freeing to the fewest forms
 
The essence of a man
amazed that he can stand
 
with so much removed
the little left which serves
 
to give the game its risk
and give the game its life
 
 
 
Tom Greggs is a builder, home designer, visual artist and poet living in Seattle, Washington. Other poems by Tom can be found at http://www.poetryoftomgreggs.com/index.html