If Life Were A Simple Pattern

I remember when a child,

my sister would design her own clothes,

simple patterns,

stitch marks and wardrobes,

mail-order catalogues,

in a few weeks, there

she would be,

she would wear her finest fashions,

all designed in very simple,

yet lovely, remarkably lovely,

simple pattern …

Perhaps there is somewhere in this world,

the design is linear, less abstract,

and we might all fall into line,

cross the threshold together,

or is it the other way around,

do we wish,

would we rather,

the design,  the mold, the expectation,

be altered, broken or thrown.

Perhaps we may,

we might, we could imagine a different

outcome to the same pattern.

If life were (is) a logical sequence,

a simple pattern, if you will,

might you consider,

if it were up to (them)

we might all be a little less anxious

to know we can still believe in the concept,

if life were a simple pattern.

2:12 AM

Time continuum,

if sleep does come near,

will the moment be gone,

only to return another day,

similar fanfare,

applause of one.

Remember when

we all believed we,

each one of us,

actually lived alone,

the fears of no one else,

always knocking on our door.

Its 2:12 am philosophy

always comes back,

each night to say hello,

yet occasionally

there is fortune in passing,

that night where dreams remain,

we sometimes wish,

the lights might dim

just a little sooner,

yet the timeless second hand

always moving,

forever in motion,

to remind me when

I couldn’t stop time,

moving forward,

losing grasp

upon that which

held my heart strong.

Now tonight,

I laugh at the reality

of the same thinking,

the notions returning,

all of our lives held together

by a memory with chosen themes,

Just when I decide

I’ve had enough,

no longer can I say the same,

I have to accept time is

always suggestive,

waiting, counting, defined.

It’s 2:17 AM