We do not apologize
for being unpracticed, unprepared, unzipped.
We often arrive out of tune, out of focus,
……..out of our minds.
And still we settle into familiar step —
a stride, a pace, a cadence
of like heartbeats marking time.
©2015, Jen Payne, #6 National Poetry Month
IMAGE: The large one parades on red bottom, Fernand Leger