Certain Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Recognizing certain qualities pertaining to my being, giving
new facets of life to hold together.

Certain rhythms, helping every step of the way, collapsing
carefully among tangled webs of yesterday's smoke screens.

Looking through a haze as I walk forward into the next
horizon, striking out at everything standing in the way.

Singling out the best parts of every particle as they fall
into fibers of my being.

Selecting ones that are creating the most beautiful auras,
standing out in the center of my world.

Choosing those with delectable flavors and tones to possibly
take me home.