Sequence

A poem based on the mathematical series found in nature, art, music, and genetic research.

Sequence

I’m
puzzled—
Listening
to raindrops falling
with a rhythm on the rooftop.

Are
rhythms
happening
by pre-arrangement,
like a pattern that connects us?

A
number
trickery—
the Fibonacci—
Is a series what describes us?

Or
just some
ludicrous
coincidences—
linking poems and numbers and art?

And
raindrops,
causing me
to write about them—
as they drum upon my conscious.