There was a rhythm to how things flowed in life
If one could anticipate the beat, one could thrive
Many tried and flailed and failed, but Ramona was a natural
It left those in the know in awe and a bit jealous
Now here she was, about to win it all and there wouldn’t be anything left
Giving in, she purposely made a mistake assuring herself a better tomorrow
Reaching down deep for the beat
You feel it leap through your body
The pulses making muscles ripple and contract
How can you not dance to its command?
Maybe because your feet can’t hear the …
How many times can you hit that ball off the wall?
You getting annoyed by it?
Please, for goodness sake, yes!
Even if I change the rhythm?
Reaching out and grabbing the ball. “Enough!”
Fidgeting with her pen
Until the button stopped clicking
Tilda picked up her papers and started to shuffle them
Zoning out once more to the rhythm of her universe