Interval

I find my mind in beats and rhythms –

In pop and the theatrical

Art of sleep.

And even tinier things.

Within myself – the very cells and compounds

The mechanisms of communication

In words that are not mine –

That cause

The problem;

I find my mind in them.

Those whose melodies and those of monotonous

Small laughs, expulsions of air

Dialects on a tiny screen;

Leaving me,

As something small finds its way back.

By Evie Rosette