Alone
Her hands and legs have gone numb
Decades of silent and unintentional meditation
Each and every cell
Separates and comes together to the steady beat
The pulse
Of the distant rhythms
A heavy bass and mellow lulls draw back and forth
Akin to the crashing waves of the Pacific
And the mind numbing drop of a broken tap
Her head rocks back
Heart beating
Eyes twitching
Alone
Her legs are numb, her toes twitch
A cymbal crashes, marking the end
The distant rhythm fades
It is morning.
