Universal Echoes Poem by Ann Mckeeman

..(a strange and solitary whirring begins)

and the staccato beat of my own heart becomes a blanket

warm and soothing..a living comfort for the psyche..


(against the surface of my soul an acoustic movement unfurls..)


- a remembered symphony

..and the flush of flesh
..an echo in time
..heat and water

(the transference.. a stunning star of transmutation...)

(i remember this part..
...the familiarity begets the ache..)

~ and the wheels resume their movement..

so close one to the other..a moment more

(..hearing the solemn intonation of their inexorable swing
..i breathe.. and wait..)