She wears a single silver anklet and carries a small drum beneath her ribs.
Every step she takes the little caterpillar moves in tandem
She dances through the world barefoot..finding music where no one else thinks to listen
In the squirrels sharp squeaks. In rain rattlng against the roof of the parked car, in teh click-clack of trains, in waves folding themselves upon the shore…
Even in the silent sighs sometimes.. late at night watching the moon. She visits the heart often… and tell it secrets the heart sometime forget to notice.
Rhythm wears no watch…she says clocks are too busy keeping track of time to hear him pass.
She is shy often yet very dependable. Even when no one notices.. she is keep doing her work, softly singing.. and humming.
When sometimes ..life grows tangled and unpredictably chaotic.. Rhythm does not argue. She simply begins to move and dance…remembering, reminding us of what had never changed.
Soon the feet remember. Soon the breath follows.
Center returns to the center.
How come your name does not have a rhythm.. some ask her… Rhythms laughs and says..
Perhaps vowels need breath,” she says, and I was born between two breaths.
~Rhea
