Joe Wrobel Greenville, SC email Hear an audio version of this piece can't hear it? Drummers and Dancers for Anne Bosch Drummers and dancers go all the way back To the resting place in the heart of the pulse To the container of moves where steps arise To the moment where music waits to stir To silence and stillness in winter light As if beneath it all there is a beat. (There is a beat.) In the dog’s attention, the pliance of cats, In the wise inspector’s yes or no, The ayurvedic balance in the grain, The hand about to touch guitar, The quiet in the quiet so well kept, All discover pace and measure, pause and move, Wind submission or decision into grace, As if in all of it there is a dance. (There is a dance.)

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