The Rhythm Master
By Andrea Lingle
Who is the rhythm master?
The toe-tapper who beguiles and charms
Our hearts. Until they join the deep
Drum-Beat of the universe.
Who sets the tempo
For the pulsing, whirling quasar and quark?
Does a rhyme imply reason,
Or a phonetical chance?
Do my feet fall into step or βto line?
I long for the dance of the stars
To mirror the throb of my heart,
But. If. Not.
Will I hum along if there is no tune,
If the sky rolls though an aching void?
What if the dance is absurd?
A gambol is worth the risk.
I will sing to the morning,
I will dance with the wind,
I will join those who dare to believe
That the rhythm of love is composed.