Do you think the future is
a linear beast, constrained
within its evolution by
deterministic random walks along
a narrow, one-way avenue,
prescribed in its identity by
time’s unerring quantum arrow?
Think how ripples radiate,
escaping from the impact
of a stone upon water’s
fluid fabric, alike, yet
different from the crystalline
chaos, aroused by a kiss from
that same stone, of propagating
cracks through tempered safety glass.
Think how roots invest the dirt-grained
darkness, how trees conspire to
lift their leaves to drink from braided
streams of wind and sunlight.
Think how Fibonacci inspires a snail’s
shell growth, how pigments birth their paintings.
Think, and then think how, before you plan.
