Poem-A-Day: Day 203

Every Direction

There is a definite lack of order
looking down on the cold compress
sagging in every direction;
chaos,
and chasms spreading as far
as the I can see,
but I don’t think I can,
as a see becomes the sea
spreading in every direction;
surging inward;
a waterfall pouring down emotion
in some wavelike motion
down the cliff façade,
sheer brilliance
and bright ideas
shooting in every direction,
except into the water
reflecting a compass
always pointing north,
should it pass the south
lost somewhere between
the east and west,
but the magnetism radiates
in every direction
creating chaos,
and some infinite balk at disorder.