Holding Me Together Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tapping, rapping, music touching the energy of an interior
spirit, tantalizing and penetrating, taking me up and down
chords of all yesterdays.

Holding me together with bubbles of an effervescent atmo-
sphere, no worries at all, finding the tacit endeavors that
keep going, never taking a back seat.

Climbing rock walls of deepened canyons, taking rhythms in-
to the mountains where they can once again hide out and
never be found again.