Cultures

Cultures clash like hammocks
wound about each other,
where each distorts the others patterns,
and they try to settle,
but can only seem to push and pull each other
one cannot seem to cope with the diamond
the other cannot assimilate a gyroid,
and patterns cross, patterns mix
all the while, the person sitting upon the hammock
rolls around ironing out the rough spots
making his hammock comfortable to lay upon
until the two patterns have become something more
something neither by itself could have become
something neither by itself can recognize.
the strengths of one
fill in the weak spots of the other
the strengths of the other
fill in the weak spots of the one
and something new
something brilliant shines
and the person upon the hammock
he smiles in the shade
as he sways under the trees.