There’s a hum in my head
compelling
surging me forward
zzzt zzzt zzzt
like the neon sign of an all-night diner.
It’s become my rhythm
fraying my nerves
false beat.
This is not rhythm.
This is noise.
Feeling for my rhythm
beyond the hum
perhaps beneath it.
It has to be there
flow
not flash
smooth
not jagged.
My breath touches it
but my heartbeat responds to the hum
off beat
extra beat
maybe it’s recalibrating
surge protector.
Forehead to floor
heart to Earth
draining the noise.
Restless mind
stay cheek-to-cheek with ground
wait in the breath.
Rhythm returns
momentarily.
But I now know where to find it.
Stephanie Hrehirchuk - Author 