Beginnings Poem by Blue Guitar

Beginnings they say, are delicate
But what of beginnings' first frail moments?
When one slip
Sends tumbling the dominos
Of consequence
And misunderstanding
The butterfly of interpretation
Flaps its wings in a quiet cafe
And it's a hurricane
Somewhere now infinitely far away
And unreachable by words
Or intent
Too fragile perhaps
If the light touch and nuance of a violinist
Cannot stop the walls from tumbling
In this cheaply disguised matchstick castle
Tumble and burn
And let us see what comes