Deeper Than The Tappings Poem by Summer Shaw

From the depths comes the eternal quiet
And the other million things sit atop that
With restless bottoms and fidgeting hands
Tapping to different rhythms-
Trying to be heard.

The million things have endless names
And I've moved to their beat
Across countless miles towards different destinations
That are unique and yet somehow all the same-
Though I always expect things to turn out different.

Tap, tap, tap-tap, tap, tap or
Tap tap tap tap or
TaptaptaptapTAPTAPTAP! ! ! !
And on and on the tapping variations go.

Are they the rhythms of my hearts desires?
Are they the sound of my destiny?
Do I dance to them?
Do I invite others to move with me?
Do I yell at them to stop? !
Did they come from me or was I taught to hear them?
Did you just hear that beat?
Tap tap tippity tap tap tap?

From the depths comes the eternal quiet
And the other million things sit atop that.
Will you listen to their beatings another second?
Or will you simply stop
And walk
And wrestle no more with the chaotic sounds of a restlessness that has no ending?

In the depths lives eternal quiet
In the depths lives eternal rest
In the depths lives eternal peace
In the depths lives eternal understanding
In the depths live.