Drum Circle
An unplanned gathering,
Turned into a landmark event.
Ocean waves become steady heartbeats.
Dancers and families come together,
In a circle of peace and joy.
Bongos and congas,
Snares, marimbas, and tablas.
The sun sinks into the ocean,
And the drumming continues.
Some may see it as sin and witchcraft,
While others see it as a blessing in disguise.
This poem is about:
Me
My community