DRUM & FIFE

Rhythm

Alive, we swell and sneak

Photo by Laura Rivera on Unsplash

Yin-cold ice
makes Yang-hard
molecules, aching
to be liquid — hurt
like sorrow I melt,
then steam to a boil
kindling madness
rise hot, in harmony
with nothing sweet or
easy — Yin burned hollow
Yang broke aggressive
I surge inverted
against chill strato —
spheric air until
like love I rain:

Thunder won’t
change your name
to wine — hips by bone
entwine — your tame
Yang entrains
my wild Yin rain
to pave a steady
beat wherein, alive
we swell and sneak
between what’s drum
and what’s fife —
you don’t get
just one life,
but many as
a pulse train
can carry.