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The Pattern
by Ronald A PavellasMan's linear patterns traverse the earth and air and sea,
Dominating, we feel, with both pride and regret,
The teeming chaos of Nature's other messengers.
Quiet reflection reveals that in a sometime Earth moment,
The creeks, the mud, the grasses,
The spider and deer and coyote,
Will overtake our man-patterns,
As we relentlessly focus on the ever smaller and more numerous things
We think we can control for our seeming advantage.
As reason first graced then afflicted man,
He began to shape the vortex he will be sucked into:
A whirlwind of expanding data and diminishing knowledge
Of The Whole
That grows ever larger and more detailed in man's eyes.
Hark to the wise of past and present:
Simplify, accept, flow gently or tumultuously,
And rejoin Chaos with Nature's other lives
To find The Pattern that underlies all,
And which cannot be named. 01/03/2002 Author's Note: On a rock near Stiles Ranch Trail, Santa Teresa Hills, San Jose
Posted on 01/03/2002
Copyright © 2026 Ronald A Pavellas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by H.M Stevens on 12/31/03 at 06:16 PM This poem is veracious and full of simplisitic beauty. The quiet juxtapositions between the patterns man searches for/creates and the patterns that are, present an interesting duality throughout. The ending reconciles that all life on earth is irrevocably connected; there need not be a prescribed, methodoligical formula to unravel it. |
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