Poem ‘Rhythm Changes’ by Alan Wherry

The fish who first crawled on to terra firma must've felt confused
The first sound they heard was rhythm
The rhythm of the waves
The gentle sshh of ebb and flow, perhaps a stormy cataclysm

And the fetus in a mother's womb
It was rhythm too that it first heard
Heartbeat, ba boom, ba boom, ba boom
Both a rhythm and a tune.

We're surrounded by rhythm, heard and not heard
Felt and not felt. Day night, season
The movement of Mother Earth around the sun
Hurtling through space with no apparent rhyme nor reason

Each center of spiritual power
Flowers within, each with their own rotational speed
And sounds, rhythmic sounds that indicate wellbeing
From seed to flower, flower to seed.