“It’s that time of year again when the birds practice for migration. They fly at a chaotic pace and in chaotic patterns as they seek the leadership and order necessary to take them where they instinctively know they need to go. It won’t take long for their efforts to prove both there is no leader, nor one needed. They fly as one, as both the leader and the follower, and just need to trust their instincts.
But me, I just like to watch them practice.”
Still celebrating my having finally gotten Through the Kindness of Ravens onto a bookstore's shelf, I am blogging the poem In the Dimension of the Chaotrix from the This Journal Belongs To Jakeb Hoke collection included within the novel.
This may be the first in a series from Through the Kindness of Ravens - The Evolution of Hoke's Focus.
In the Dimension of the Chaotrix
Led by birds’ eyes
Through sky’s invisible matrix
Chaos in control
To control the chaos
Like a school of flying fish
Behind the atmosphere’s fishbowl glass
It’s a chaotic matrix … a chaotrix
Through which they flow in mass
Where vision collides with blindness
The genius with the mindless
Through the dimension of the chaotrix
In a synchronized array of aerial tricks
Their logic seems illogical
Hard for us to understand
Our blinders, pathological
Wingless, locked by land