It all intersects as I learn about meter of poetry and the rhythm of language at my desk in the morning and dance to the bass beats from the speakers at night the sound stops coming from the speakers and I keep dancing as I’ve gotten that sense of the rhythm in my soul the rhythm that all of life dances along with even when it doesn’t know it even when the business man walking to walk doesn’t know that his steps land on the sidewalk in a rhythm and the whole city dances as the office workers type on keys on their individual keyboards but it’s all in accordance with the same rhythm as the stressed and unstressed syllables that I’m learning about in my poetry education as the in breath and out breath in yoga it all dances sometimes faster sometimes slower sometimes faster sometimes slower it all dances.