They lost their rhythm
not their love
of the beat
that connects their feet
to the turning of the spheres.
Trying to find the time
the time
the time of the music
the time of the music that
poured treasure
into the ear and the feet
the feet
spoke clearly in response.
The talent took a turn
toward couples coupling couplets
toward symbols of love and marriage
and lifetime
of promises kept.
The tribe was forgotten
but still its voice pleads
pleads in the memory of eons
pleads to bequeath
the beat back to the feet.
The rhythm
the lovely rhythm pours
back into the heart that beats
that beats as one.
One tribe under the great Wheel of Heaven.