One Giant Stride Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Racing around beats of a drum, catching up to a voice of
strength taking us all into canyons of this desert, all
rolled into one giant stride into the mountains.

There colors of the sky are being spread across the sky,
touching our minds with colorful sounds that are taking
us into whirlpools of energy.

No one able to keep up with rhythms except for this mere
poet, having fun as rhythms are going faster throughout
this sacred night.

Believing in the power of music and its melodies, striding
out into the atmosphere never missing a single note, while
spinning away all night.