rhythm

Rhythm Synthesis by Tyler Wood

 

The baby blue sky covers the treetops

unison expanse covering the land.

The land which I find myself

walking on. Upon the pebbled path

trees rustle in the wind as if I

could speak to them, and they to I.

A leaf detaches from its home,

falling, it spirals, its border lit like fire,

twisting. I hear only thumping

footsteps, my feet upon the paths

pearly pebbles. Swishing of the leaf

mixes with the pebbles beneath my feet

mixing rhythm with a rhyme.

Standing there, standing still is time,

swishing and thumping making music,

the leaf dances in the air as I stare

moving my body in circles. Air whips around

I and the leaf in equal time. I and the leaf

equal in time, the spine of the tree, the spine

of each. Swishing and thumping mixing

to one sound, the heart beat – ba boom –

varicose veins extend to the tips of the leaves

pulsing blue blood from my fingers,

sap fills my forearm.

I no longer see sun,

only footprint.

Hear only air,

leaf outline

line

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