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

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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One Response to Swept Among the Currents

  1. Kathy Nieder says:

    This one is my favorite. It gives me the sense that spring is here.

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