Other - Worldly Periods Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Swinging with steady beats throughout the morning and early
afternoon, placing a sequence of other-worldly periods on
display for my mind to see.

Wonder and excitement taking over, pushing me into another
time and space, perhaps finding the revelry that once used
to be at home in every aspect of life, but not any more.

Realizing that effort means nothing when you are creating,
because it all comes naturally and sits in front of you,
waiting for the moment to begin once again.

In the beginning or ending of another harmony as it widens
and includes all of the picturesque landscapes surrounding
me intellectually.