Thump-thump, Pitter-patter

my heart lays the beat
my feet, the rhythm
lyrical mind chatter finding its way to the page
another sad protest song
riotous anger
punching decibels over trash day and dog walks
the clatter of dishes in the sink
motorcycles racing after midnight along the freeway by my house
time to appreciate the sky
the earth's melody sounding in crickets and wind
autumn's dried leaves falling with a crunch on the roof

my heart lays the beat
my feet, the rhythm
forward movement is the siren song of my unconscious
a hurried congratulations before the sound stops
listening hard for the beat
in my concentration on the silence the questions roll
boulders with all the intention of a breakthrough
despite the sharp razor edges of identity conflicts and self-esteem issues

again, my heart lays the beat
my feet, the rhythm
the dance is just to keep my body moving
juggling relationships with the tick of a metronome keeping proper time in the background
for those moments when my pulse is too flat
or my hearing is focused elsewhere
the beat is a memory I barely trust
yet my feet move in time to the past
telling me the places I dare not tread again
pain from the past guiding the lone walk into maturity
memory's imagination the inventor of reality

but my heart is the beat I nod my head to on my way home again
traveling on the rhythmic transportation of my feet.

October 7, 2007

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