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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