Spiritual Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dual rhythms playing in my head,
taking their turns with left and right sides of grey matter. Intertwining massive amounts of creative juice upon sheets
of ice to glide about my mind, enjoying each skid and twist
as it happens to come my way.
A lasting feeling of peace fills me with an instant thought
for new poetry and images, playing through seconds of every
day and word.
Cavorting along, taking easy steps on difficult avenues,
stepping over marshes and quicksand to enliven my spirit.