Big Girls Beat Drums

Big Girls Beat Drums

Part the raincoat and give me your trust,

as the thump of snowflakes say goodbye to the rain

Our pattern follows the beat in our universe,

where eyes are clear

 and there is splendor in the smile,

 sunshine in the rain.

Where we tap into the energy

that so many ignore and those foolishly elude.

Can you feel this rhythm we have?

Yes it is real, it is true.

The softness of the dark

bade us to lean against each other,

snuggle close to the heat,

lock our fingers

 and let our bodies ensure

the pulse of the drums outside.

That chirp that needs its morning coffee.

That muffled howl that is really a “hello, where are you?”

That cricket cadence we take for granted and thus miss the message.

The pattern of the world’s song to remind us of life and love.

Smooth fine, a cadence that glides, a realization that opens us.

You wear a coat when it is not cold and it makes all of us hot. 

Straight strong trees, pushing to the sky,

monuments proving how possible it is to rise

and be able to grow anywhere.

You have me model for you.

On the cadence of passion.

You beat the drum of the heart pump,

of the moment of the morning

just before the stars rouse the sun to say “it’s your turn.”

Dare yourself.

Bare yourself.

The black otter rex rabbits and its cousins

 have finally appeared,

even though the yard is also bare.

Their double undercoat of extraordinarily soft fur

is ready for spring.

The yard now adjusts to the drum you bang,

the cadence your offer,

the rhythm that our bodies clang

and the waves that our hearts will fully share.

Keep our fingers together for now,

as there is no reason to part.

There never will be.

Tom Squitieri

Tom Squitieri is a three-time winner each of the Overseas Press Club and White House Correspondents’ Association awards for his work as a war correspondent. He reported from all seven continents, always writing as a voice for the voiceless. His writing and reporting have been published in an array of newspapers and magazines. Tom has taken his love of storytelling to poetry. His poetry has appeared in The Raven’s Perch, No Strings Attached, Style Sonata and The Griffin’s Inkpot.

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