Slowly Gyrating In Reflections Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching people moving to rhythms as they step and
slowly gyrate into reflections left over from the
day.

Concluding that everything has a place and a time
of its own, racing into the future with many new
ideas and more than ordinary circumstances.

As they come into being when looking for new sounds
of rhythm, new verses being added with music being
played.

Picking them up, placing them in measures of life,
hoping they will be expressed and recognized at
some time in the future.