4:35 am! Rat-a-tat. It’s time to get up!
Aww, I hit the snooze Nine more minutes please…
Rat-a-tat-TAT-TAT! OK I’m up!
To the beat I march semi- soldier like,
but there are no drill sergeants in sight
To work I go to cook and clean
At home I return do the same for me
My day unfolds the humming of a low staccato
No real rush now just a slow and steady outflow
Noontime arrives and with it the snares crescendo
A bright clattering of beats moves me to dance
I move back and forth as if in a trance
like a marching band of one,
a lone woman show.
Out the door and in my car I go
I rush to class that starts at 1!
As I drive my speakers blow
the beginning of
Eryka’s ‘window seat’ a hiphop flow
Rat a tat tat-tat, tat- tat ta-tat
The initial drumbeat pulls out in front
To lead the beats along
Paired with strings getting plucked
And winded toots of the brass
My day is winding down to dusk
The evening breaks
the drum decrescendoes
quieter and quieter still until to bed I go
The day ends with a fading pitch beat
silence comes over me as I fall asleep
in my bed poised to awaken and repeat.