I accepted
the sun, eyes squeezed,
Basking like a skink,
Taking that hot backwash,
Wave on wave.
Suddenly everything shivered,
And I felt the sound:
Thundering, roaring,
Deep in my bones.
It was the sound that none
Of us has ever heard,
Below whisper, below tinnitus,
Not a gasp in the vacuum.
Yet here’s the confusion
Of fusion explosions,
Neverending, blinding,
Deafening, deadening.
Here’s the birth of all life,
The origin of worlds,
The furnace of existence –
All the loudness that never was.
I stopped my ears and screamed.
I swallowed photons dancing
The insane dance of suns
In the cinder cone of my skull.
Copyright © 2007, Robert Lebling
Image Credit: SOHO (ESA & NASA)
Robert W. Lebling is a writer/editor based in Dhahran, Saudi
Arabia. He holds a degree in politics and a certificate in anthropology
from Princeton University. He is author with Donna Pepperdine of Natural
Remedies of Arabia (London: Stacey International, 2006).
|