Life and Drum

The pulse breaks down
Blurred needs to small
Beats you can count.
Pause and count now.

All life does this—
Some kind of drum.
Could be how life
Came up with time.

What is that same
Thrum that’s come back?
Is each bump new
And heard just once,

Or was that one
The one you knew
Blew through when life
First came for you?