Syncopation like a child’s feet
keeping in time without
ever questioning to a
teacher’s beat
Like ants always marching
like tiny soldiers
roaming over hills and
stones and bolders
Like the tap, tap, tapping of
computer keyboards
within the cubicle walls
behind office doors
Like raindrops beating against
window panes in an
effort to gain entry
into your domain
Like the heart beating within
a lover’s chest to reveal
passion enclosed as a
birded nest
Like the pendulum swinging
while the pianist plays
ringing clear as church
bells on a rope sways
Like nature’s cycles bringing
gifts of seasons always
changing without reason it is
about Syncopation
© November 2011 Renee Espriu
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