Researching the Fibonacci Sequence for an article I have been commissioned to write while at the same time reading Viktor Frankl’s “Man’s Search for Meaning” for my own enlightenment, I could not help penning this poem as a personal creative response to the sensational feeling that I am drawing ever nearer to my own life’s purpose, as if my steps are following a sweeping spiral of some kind, a grand design of my Creator, Whose purpose I long to make my own.
The Fibonacci Sequence:
1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34 . . .
one self alone suddenly where there were
two when repeated percussion strikes spark
three-dimensional (make that
eight) fires with fangs in swiftest motion, scythe-like, as in an unlucky
thirteen lightning strike, dealing mortal blows until every
twenty-one gun salute cracking the still, chill air cackles, “He’ll never see