the drum

sometimes,
when my world
gets too noisy,
when sounds
bounce off
the heavy skin
of the drum
within,
I take my drum
into the wilderness
of a forest,
and sit in a clearing
the size of my skin,
I close my eyes
and listen in silence,
tapping out a prayer,
so I can feel
the song of this skin,
rising from the forest
and the drum
within.