Tribal Rhythms

Even in moments replete with serenityI can sensethe desire they stir upsnaking through my soulattracting one storm after another

Even when roaming freelyI can feel the urge they arouserushing through my bodycompelling my legsto run with wild abandon

Even sleeping soundlyI can findthe longing they’ve drawn outlingering in my mindmaking dreams lose sleep all night

Oh, I knowall these yearsit’s been this mystical forcemaking my right handwrite poems of the Nuosu peoplefrom within a faint melancholy