Wandering Down Aisles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rushing into the foray, watching placement of many notes into
other rhythms not normally given in these tunes of melodies.

Wanting to put aside the qualities of whatever happens to
appear in doorways of each musical hallway, wandering down
aisles of some other times.

Nothing else coming close to the steps of materialistic
pleasure, that are coming into focus off and on.

Cutting across many deserts through life, not having paths to
circuit around them, always finding their way on any given day
in another world, standing back from lines in prose.