Miles Muses

The universe knocks us
cosmically out of sync.
To respond is to improvise.
Play what’s not there.
Make your instrument
a slow solo attack
belting out certainty.
Let it sing the song
of who you are.
The universe knocks us
cosmically out of sync,
but the notes we blow
undo the skipping record
and proclaim the triumph
of our heart’s music,
played in what’s not there,
played in what must be.