This song has lived
since the beginning of time
and in all ends of the earth,
in all of us.
In holy places and the rain,
it is sung and danced,
that song, the soulsong of man.
It is that one which you know
so well, deep within,
and she and he and they and all
and for which each one is missing
of that lockstep with someone
that makes one a pair.
That beat, once there, with one,
lifts your step
just above the ground
and lets the echo speak
in the valleys.
There it builds
the echo of the beat
It swells like the river’s delta,
it chants like the storm
but it’s gentle, always gentle.
It gets carried by the winds, the strong winds
and reaches the lowly, the lonely, so swiftly.
It reaches the shore, and the sky,
just as I
when I take one step at a time,
letting the beat build
underneath my bare feet
that barely touch the ground
but cover it in speeds, high speeds
in not quite lockstep, but that rhythm that is similar.
And so it builds, the beat. So it builds.