After decades of scratching and tapping
letters on paper
and
launching verses
from
lips
and listening in the night
for the infinite magical
combinations
of which the human vocal chords,
jaw, teeth and
face are capable,
the poet finally enters
the central holy ground
of language
understanding
that in the beginning
there most assuredly
was the word
and the
word really
was with God
and the
word actually
was God and is God.
It doesn’t matter what name, gender or genders
we give the Creative Force
--Yahweh,
Vishnu, Allah, Jesus, Nature,
even Laws of the Universe.
Truth
is truth.
And the Truth is
everything is comprised
not of zeroes and one’s
as the young masters of technology
would have it
or
neutrinos, quarks
protons, bosons
and such
as
the old masters of physics
would have it
but of vowels, consonants, clicks, pops,
syllables,
sibilance’s, suspirations, gutturals,
glottal
stops,
and
all the permutational possibilities
of syntax and
grammar.
These make up the essence of
all things,
the irreducible
tightly wound subatomic
scrolls of sound
rolling
out of
the dark
seeds
of the
universe
into
time, space and
matter
--God’s original tongue
made manifest
everywhere
at once.
There may have been a beginning
but there will never be an end
because long after
man has come and gone
spewing
a language
that
has spiraled
further
and further
from the first vocabulary
God will still be speaking.
So now the poet
knows for certain
the answer
to the age old
tree-in-the-forest
conundrum.
If a tree falls in the forest
and no
human ear is present
there will be a
sound
because the tree itself is a living tower of words
just as its tumble
is a cataclysmic
poem,
the leaf shower, the
bird scatter
the
tearing of the forest’s flesh
--all part of a
great epic
whose
every utterance
God
is speaking,
God
is hearing
until
silence
and rest
and the next
ecstatic rush.
C 2012 Bob Kamm
C 2012 Bob Kamm
