My head weaves
with currents,
of air and timing,
with movements of the
drum and soul brushed beats.
These hands have touched,
and learned as beat,
moments in key,
that solo within
the wind.
With eyes still closed,
I trace the smooth;
the glaze that moves
my hair.
I exhale the moment
for the song of reason,
and keep in motion,
the timing of currents
in the mind of beat.
Raison d’etre;
while dreaming song
and swept among;
the currents.
2010 Barry Comer
This one is my favorite. It gives me the sense that spring is here.