Thursday, March 13, 2014

wind dancing

sweet symphonic sections of me
stop
stop trying to TELL what is going on
when it is there
in feeling

struggling
with waves of music
moving in veins of moments long past
when it is nothing
but now
and here
and here and now there is a large beat
missing
as if the drummer stopped
mid stroke

and what is it rattles
inside
the hollows now?

There is a beat that walks
much faster
than I can run
I feel it
when I squeeze my hands
over my ears
thrumming
streaming
beating through the rivers
that make me

How can I keep time?
how can I keep up?
when the path is peppered with vines
of poison,
swerving in curves
and arrows pointing
in both directions?

Just
Dance.