THE RHYTHM OF DIVINE ENERGY
I got rhythm—you got rhythm—
it shapes the contours of our love.
I write more kaleidoscopic poems
all night long with my flashlight-pen
while we listen to Satchmo sing:
What a wonderful world…
We dance until dawn and fall asleep
to the beat of the earth’s pulsations.
Stand-up applauding stars are led
by a baton-wielding guy in the sky.
When you flap your wings and begin to fly—
it makes me no longer want to rock
on my rocking chair and wait to die.