
He was dancing
I saw him
But when I turned
he was solid still like death
Tidy crimped in his place
On the front lawn
basking in the pale Saturday sun.
He was dancing
I saw him
But when I turned
he was solid still like death
Tidy crimped in his place
On the front lawn
basking in the pale Saturday sun.
He is dancing to the river bed beats
beneath a canopy of Douglas fir and Cedar
Step into his rhythms as you skip stones
over low rippling waves near sundown
Deep in an echo valley of moss and lichen
forest creatures pause to sway
River man brings joy to their hearts
in a sweet sorrowful serenading kindly way
I know you find it hard
sometimes to explain why it is
you tap out rhythm tap on everything
There are melodies you hear
soft as beating heart
There is rage paradiddle dee dee dee
Come passion shuffle
come snare me a dream
Who are we who expect
poet words to connect
The need and the answers
breathe within.