Rhythm

I want to feel myself in the rhythm
I want the ocean waves pounding themselves against the glistening rocks
Reaching as far as they can out from the waters
Like open hands
Before falling back to surge again
I want the steady wind of passion heaving in my expanding chest
My lungs taking in everything
Like a fully billowed sail
Before sighing out to breathe again
I want the firm thumping of birds wings against the the crisp sky
Feathers spread wide open over the air
Like rays bursting from the sun
Before folding back into the body to flap again
I want my hot blood to pulse in the throbbing of my heart
Flooding through my every vein
Like a watershed in a storm
Before nourishing my cells to beat again
I want the setting sun to plunge into the clouds on the horizon
Lighting the atmosphere with a kaleidoscope of hues
Like a rainbow bleeding in heaven
Before succumbing to the night to rise again
I want to feel the birth and death
Of the cycles
Of the seasons
Am I ever so alive
As when I’ve tasted life
Trusted death
And opened into what has yet to become