9 months ago


Bayou Drum Beat ( Today

Bayou Drum Beat ( Today a train fell into a swamp, 9/23/93) It’s the first day of class; we give-in to chairs and fold ourselves to meet their strict dimensions. Alligators laugh at such subservience and slither freely in and out and in-between the roots of meditation. They shimmy up the cadence call – Relax your legs, now thighs, now hips. I bend to look the creatures in the eye; they smell of depths I haven’t yet explored.

While classmates start to read impromptu revelations, I hear the muted whistle of a train and feel the hungry shiver in the dance beneath my empty pages.