In My Very Marrow

In my very marrow, I hear a sound

A sound so still and soft, it is often mistaken for silence

A struck bell’s ringing echo

The pause between the lightning and the thunder

A breath of sound on a still wind

The hum of every idea ever thought

In my very marrow, I hear a sound

The shaking, shuddering, hideous sigh continuously birthing the universe

A star blinks out

Two elements combine

The heaving surf

A mountain grows

In my very marrow, I hear a sound

The aching tear in a broken heart

The baby’s first cry

Death’s last sigh

The pregnant impulse to begin

The whisper when worlds collide, the scream when atoms divide

In my very marrow, I hear a sound

Between the beats of my heart

In the glance of a chance-met eye

A groan remembered

A thought forgot

Rising in the chatter of a thousand children laughing

The smile of the old men


In my very marrow, I hear a sound

(© 2011)