8/8/10
Rhythm
-the rapid trill of the cicada, coming at uncertain intervals
-spoke clusters and alternating leaves and branches of weeds in the rock garden
-footfalls on the gravel bed, trudging, stopping, trudging, stopping, the movement of the small stones.
-Lurid beeps of a teenager's video game
-thrumming baritone of air conditioners outside
-the rattle of rubber tires on pavement down the block
-the calls of birds, their meanings to each other
-our daily awakenings and sleeps
-our own language, the buzzing, gymnastic throatiness of it.
-the intervals between trees in the forest, the asynchronous peeling of paint on old furniture
-the stretching of moving muscles and firing nerves, the impulses in my brain.
-the pattern of raindrops spotting the windshield and stippling the puddles. The rhythm of my car's wipers, turn signal, swaying keychain, all on different periods.
-my own tires on the pavement seams, other cars' tires.
-My mind making choices, addressing fears, coming home to ecstasy.
-Losing things, then finding them again, like my courage, my dignity, my second favorite kitchen knife that fell under the dish drain for two months. The game of hide and seek that the universe plays with us.
-the sound of waistbands and hems and zippers hitting the fins in the dryer as it tumbles.
-The whistling tea kettle whose cry rises as an uncertain spiral rather than a steady blast.
-the fact of washing dishes another day. The clatter as dishes drop upon their fellows in the cupboard.
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