Speed of Sound

The speed of sound
Tearing you to pieces with unknown
Timing of the earth
placed in warp full or slow
Mystery in every voice
The same sound
over again
We are
the sound of those crickets
or those dolphins, or that air or breath
that sobbing person in the night
that howling dog in a distant house in Darjeeling

and human,
but for the speed of it and the illusion
of our separate hearing
And you, my Self, are here or
nowhere
listening to the revelation
Placed in the sound and the gorgeous
Color of tender
Joy childish leaping screaming

And you are there.
You’re a tree
You knew that. You did. You do.
You are also that fly
You are the god's child and the god's bird
(And she doesn't know what she is saying)
But she does
That a few days ago
she might die
It was a thought
And she is not
Yet dying here

And dinner
Is already done
Sitting at the table
And you must eat
Or walk as ghost in the world
I do believe it and I say it
Now,
dinner is served.