That voice, consistently humming.
Beats like a metronome.
Precise, resolute.

Not loud, not crass, not overwhelming.
Steady.

“Get up. Get up. Get up.”

Not arising from my heart or mind.
It stirs deep within my gut.
Pacing, restless, persistent.

Enduring each fall and picking me up.
Unwavering alongside the ever changing rhythms of life.