Metronome

Count the beat of my chest

in his presence.

Palpitate gazes

salty with desire.

Measure the seconds

passed into years,

the What Am I Waiting Fors,

fear of impatience

or patience, too long.

Add time and take time

And leave me to day:

the future that runs from me,

the now that won’t stay.

Beat Meets Boy

Through the soft gym floor

the young boy

senses

adults, shuffle, fear a threat,

try to keep kids calm

They sing, they stomp

"we will rock," 

refrain opens

spaces in the room.

a whispered note

hands him control,

he holds

power chords formed to

warm his limbs and

slow his pulse and

calm his thoughts until

he knows,

forever,

He chooses Music.