Expectant Ears Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rough and tumble polka taking people up off of their
seats and onto the dance floor, getting heartbeats
beating faster, blood flowing heartily through bodies
as they dance.

Lifting spirits and taunting minds with laughter and
cherished vibrant music, playing to expectant ears
of this particular musician.

Special tuning always present from within, joyously
taking me into the clamor of another universe where
I can travel on my own without any forfeiture in the
way of being alive and happy.