Swept Among the Currents

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