Sparks Falling Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking rhythm totally into my being, leaving not a
single note or beat behind.

Racing along in the darkness, not knowing where I'm
going, just listening to sounds, hoping for the best.

Knowing that there are so many things here in corners
of life, wanting to find out what they are.

Tossing and turning, letting sparks fall where they
will, lighting a way into the unknown.

Searching paths into the breach of nothingness that
stands before me as I race for edges of tomorrow.

Not caring what may happen in the interim, interested
only in picture thoughts that I'm thinking through it.