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
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 one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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