fitting in
the pattern’s designed
with only so much wiggle room
our limits marked off
in clear straight lines
even so
we are artists
choosing how thick to lay the mortar
how even to space the edges
how close to the plan to stick
we take rigid angles
and make waves
flowers bloom
where we come together
old young in-between
we’re each getting our hands dirty
planting our own bit of soul here
trusting we’re part of the plan
and leaving something to last
