HEAD, HEART AND HANDS

where's my head, heart and hands?

my heart sits in my chest, rooted,

profoundly beating up my veins,

waiting for my head to gently chuckle

in resonance to the rhythm.

resting straight above,

yet how far does pulse have to travel?

what's the tone, the vibration

my one, multiple bodies

contribute to the rhythm of the world?

let my hands be the ones

pacing the drums that make us run in circles.