Chaos

When clutter gets out of control. . .

Chaos

Washing across the stability
Of my house, and me,
A wave of mail order catalogs,
No ebb, come the bills and fees.

Unable to focus on small numbers,
Paper airplanes fly--
Notes jotted,
Plans plotted,
A list with all the i's dotted,
Washed me back to this back shore
Some time back.

I sit amongst these papers,
Confusion up to my eyeballs.
Where I should start
To invite chaos
To take his burdensome over
Coat and leave?

Is it a lack
That keeps me ensnared,
With these material crumb of chaos?
Or is the concept of chaos
My comfort?

I sit and ponder
The flotsam and jetsam
Hoping it's all a delusion,
As I await the arrival
Of some repair fairy
Godmother
In this land of confusion.