One measure of 4/4 followed by one of 3/4.
The beat missing creates a loping anticipation.
It’s oddly natural and easy to feel.
Maybe it comes from our ancient past.
When we ran through the fields to keep the beat.
Jogging with a cardiac rhythm.
Hearing the drums beating
in the wind of our breath.
Mickey’s at it again, dreaming about music and meter.
It’s what brings him joy.
And joy’s been a bit sparse as of late.