"Among Chaos" by Laura Skylie Engler

Ah!  To be among chaos!
There has always been that moment, late at night, when the world is so dark and full of havoc that it almost seems calm…That moment is….
 Like a butterfly gracefully gliding during a sandstorm
 Like the last breath of a million mountains before they crumble to the forest
  floor into simple pebbles
 Like the hush of a crowd at a funeral
 Like that strange silence that falls over a person that was just laughing seconds
  ago and is now facing sudden tragedy
 Like a flame being ignited on the pale gray sea
 Like bones coming to rest and minds settling in ease
 A wide-eyed child in a ragged dress, stumbling through a battlefield
 Like a lost kitten on a busy street
 The plateau before pure ecstasy
 The lull before absolute sorrow
 Like a person shrouded in a while dress walking across a dark room
 Like a lost train of thought
 Like the thoughts you receive right before you slip into sleep, the ones forgotten
  with the arrival of dreams
 Like finding deep, personal solitude when you’re shopping though a busy grocery
  store for your cereal
 It is a clearing surrounded by a tornado of gently blowing blossoms and pollen
  that swirls around you and tickles your senses
 Like that feeling when time suddenly slows for a second (but that second is more
  like an hour until the moment is over)
 Like when your head clears like the blank page of an unfinished novel
 A supernova, such a violent explosion and a beautiful one, yet no one to see it
 Like that star in the supernova, how it must feel after the grandeur of that
  spectacle
 And how it must feel after it has collapsed into a black hole, vacant, dark,
and empty
 Like fairy dust