You can hear the slight whoosh
of blood through veins
and wind through fallen leaves.
Listen. You must stop talking
and even stop thinking
to hear the sound
of spider diatribes,
and the wonderments of worms.
Did you know if you are quiet enough,
you can hear dirt? You can hear
what the rain is planning.
beyond all measurable
and immeasurable frequencies
are the same sounds that emanate
from a father’s hand,
or a mother’s thigh, or the sun.
These are the sounds of connection
and creation, the murmur of crescent moons,
the songs of stars that children hear
because they haven’t forgotten yet
how to be like fish or flower;
an aerial tuned to everything.