Life Skidding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life skidding over the surface of the ocean, never looking below, just drifting in all directions without any preference.

Buying time in rhythms and music, lying back and loving beats and tempos as they take mind and intellect into time.

Going deeply into canyons and ravines of mountains in the desert, their beauty outstanding as they show their essence.

Keeping us held in rhythms, playing and having fun, dancing to the tempos as they surge into equations of midnight.