Poem - Patterns
A lil’ poem about some of habits….
There is a pattern forming.
There is a pattern forming.
I have several tales and observations that are in the process of being written,
however there is a sense of placement I have yet to form.
Locations or connections more often than not elude me.
Seeking then to empty hands form a pattern.
My mother, of all people, said to me "welcome and yet no longer".
Feet have a habit of repeating themselves once they find a rhythm.
My breath and stamina are not boundless.
There is a pattern forming.
Eyes up.
Avert.
Sip.
There is a pattern forming.
Hope you enjoyed it.
