Listening for the rhythm.
Not sitting there
plain as day.
Gonna have to dig a little bit,
through all the noise
and trash solos
piled up on it.
It’s been there my whole life.
Long as I can remember.
I felt it,
pulsing in the ground,
moving the air,
my feet, and my soul.
Measuring my steps.
Timing my strikes.
Even when I was off,
I was on,
if I was on time.
Lost it live
and got it back,
but it’s been gone
for a while now.
Gonna have to find it.
Dig in the dirt.
Dig through the skin.
Dig into my soul
and feel it beating.
Waiting like the next breath,
like the next push forward,
towards that thundering refrain.
Just need some silence.
Quiet down the world.
Quiet down my head.
Get a little distance
from the madness of existence.
Touch the mountains,
touch the ocean,
touch the trees.
Man, I’m gonna feel it
once again.
Nothing words
than losing the rhythm
live.
I know I’m gonna get it back
in time.
DJR – 2023
