Rhythm's Zone Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to music as I watch and write, people swaying
and dancing in time to shaking rhythms.

Enjoying the tempo as it beats gently and steadily into
the atmosphere.

Laughter, eyes merrily sending messages of pleasure to
another.

A wonderful, thoughtful gesture and people are up out of
their seats and whirling across the floor.

Totally in the zone of beautiful rhythms, coming together
and having the time of their lives here at the center.