Distant drums capture us, I prick my inner ear. The leather thudding pulls on me & I feel like I want to get near. I lean into its rhythm & perceive a certain something, this current running through me, this electricity in my bones. The past is loud these days. Eventually enough though, we pool like mercury & like birds of a feather, we rock together just to chase ourselves as deep into these moments as we can so we can get closer to that pulse rippling out from the sun, beating on the Earth, warming up my heart & setting my brain ablaze & sending that fire on down to the end of my spine on down to the end of the line that follows the lines I read, the lines I write, the lines I sing, the lines I draw, nearer to it all.
Let it out, let it in
Kick it up & lock it down
Dream it up & breathe it back out..
