Tracing Self Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding down rhythmic highways of an interior music,
thunder and lightening following with rain trying
to catch up to me.

Running, racing, trying to stay ahead of it, enticing
my mind, as it keeps up with intimate senses that are
continually rising.

Causing desires to engulf me in their tight grasp,
holding onto me, motor running, tracing self down the
highway, losing nothing in the interim.

Insuring that tempos and steady beats are never left
behind, wanting always to be kept enveloped in them
all the days of my life.

Writing poetry into heavens of interior rhythms,
delving constantly into my mind's intellect where I
can see most everything at one time in picture puzzles
of knowledge.