Configuring Tempos Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering around in the desert, aimlessly finding particular
pathways that open up to the acoustic sounds of guitars as
they are being played in time.

All the while horse and rider just keep riding, not wanting
to alight, figuring that time needed to be used while it
was being played in musical rhythms.

An instant and wonderful way to configure tempos as they
rise and fall in the moonlight, shedding a lunar light ray
onto the earth.

Giving it a vibrant and lively atmosphere, loving to feel
even beats lift spirits and soul interiorly, grasping life
on the edge of a trail that's meandered for years.

Never actually being discovered by anyone else, unless some-
one in the world opens up a particular sight and reads the
poetry being written tonight.