The Drum of a Day

All we have is the heartbeat

played on the drum of this day.

We are the hands on the skin,

and this hollow space

that swells with the rising sun,

pregnant with possibility.

Here resonates the call

to work and play and —

thrumming within each beat —

the sun’s farewell,

the night into which we naked return.

(Title from a poem by Antal, an 8th-century poet and the only woman among the Twelve Alvars of South Indian Vishnu worship)

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Mary Camille Thomas

Mary Camille Thomas is a native of Santa Cruz, California who considers herself lucky to have returned after living internationally and on the road. She is a librarian by profession, and her poetry has appeared in The Moving Force Journal, Porter Gulch Review, and Sisters Singing. She is currently working on a novel called What Lies Buried and a collection of poems of the spirit. View all posts by Mary Camille Thomas

4 thoughts on “The Drum of a Day”

Thank you, Mary, for making the ordinary day, sublime.

On Sat, Aug 31, 2019 at 9:41 AM The Kingdom of Enough wrote:

> Mary Camille Thomas posted: “All we have is the heartbeat played on the > drum of this day. We are the hands on the skin, and this hollow space that > swells with the rising sun, pregnant with possibility. Here resonates the > call to work and play and — thrumming within each” >

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