Read Poem: RHYTHM, by Andrew Roland Jr.

It’s this thing about having/finding your rhythm…

Once you find that pocket, no one can ever take you out of it.

From then on it’s just the flow.

The foot taps of life.
Head nods, claps, 2-step, finger snaps.
Whatever’s your go to.

You got rhythm!

…life rhythm

Hitting hard like a snare slap,
seeking signs in the cymbals.
The highs are high hats,
The lows are the bass,
And in the middle … Tom (time)

Some people think it don’t exist.

But with or without the Tom, the beat goes on.

So do your dance.