There are no coincidences

Next Thursday I’ll be facilitating one of Living Poetry’s monthly poetry workshops. I think I’ll submit this poem which I wrote Friday evening at the Hillsborough Weaver Street Market under the influence of new friends.

There are no coincidences
The world
The universe
Each of us
Connected
Intimately
Pull one thread
The tapestry waves
Purposely blown by the breeze
Remove one
It unravels

But the world
The universe
Is too big
Too random
Too frightening
To a mere mammalian mind
Patterns must be identified
Tiger or wind in the reeds
Face of god in the clouds
Coincidences must be explained
Else we go mad

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.

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