fugue notes

I am not in a fog though many
would say that I am walking to
my own drummer to be trite
joyfully refusing to keep step
to the rhythm of the zombie
conga line passing for normality
I am far from that and yet amid
all of it at the same time for time
is not clocks or appointments but
ours all of ours in our interwoven
intertwining connections to all that
is and all that was and will ever be
as our molecules move to music
we can dance to within our souls
as we join in singing forth our own
existence re-harmonizing dipping in
and out to the same formula of being
it sounds like a prayer because aren’t
breathing and being aware a prayer

Cinse Bonino
2024