Endless Rhythm Poem by Nika McGuin

laid out on the warm
wooden steps, with only
my juice, my puppy, & my thoughts
I'd lain there listening to the windchimes
and the loud but endearing incessant chatter
of the neighbors, of the birds, of the wind
and of the world constantly rearranging itself

At once, my mind was without thought
verbal communication too deemed unnecessary
it seemed an interruption somehow
of the natural physical world
in which I'd now immersed myself

It was a place where
everything talked, by not talking at all
spoke with motion which unerringly lead to sound
resulting in a most beautiful resounding clamor
one beat, one rhythm, one song
endlessly played, day in & day out
orchestra of the earth