Accent Shifted To A Weaker Beat

A beat can be split
into two steps
like the main syncopation
in cha – cha.

We have no conductor,
no drummer,
to help us keep in step,
yet there a dance in the way
I carry laundry to the dryer,
passing you with electrical cords
on your way to the garage.

There is a soft repetition
of your kisses on my forehead,
merging with the melody
of my messages on the fridge.

There is a rhythm to our love,
the beat of our days together,
but if you want the band to play
our song,
neither of us can name it.