Poem by R.M. Dolin
Chaos of Syncopation
Hot desert air chokes dust
so hard even the tailless Gecko
dancing on my flagstone
seeks the comfort of shade.
Hard heat has a way
of exposing core truths.
For some its despair,
others an emptiness
skillfully crafted as escape.
The lucky possess
a wisdom taking them
deep inside
while others swelter in quiet desperation.
Anyone can be driven to
acts of revolution
when circumstances pivot
in a just right vane.
In such a perfect storm
the world’s windmill churns
in chaotic syncopation
with a rhythm of the next
dangerous step.
Who can calibrate
what caused us to act,
let alone react.
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