PATTERNS

In each basket
Goes a pattern
Several really stacked
A ladder
From the starting cluster
Their commitment
Building luster

We are too each woven tight
From sinews dense
To hair that’s light
Our patterns bursting forth
From birth
Mimicking the ways
Of earth

When we find
We recognize
A road whose ending
Spelled demise
It can be easiest to fear
The perils of our
Going near

But while one trail
Ends in disaster
Kindred paths
May teach a master
Class in following things through
This has been
My time with you