This sound:
a hum
is a
question and a mantra.
a
space
a
hesitation
an
opening
and
it waits for me.
It
waits for me to fill it up
even
as it fills me.
This
filling is expansion and movement
an
action
with
purpose and force
and I
embrace it
I
embrace it even as I separate myself from this signal
which
hums in silence
I am
a passenger
a
wanderer
a
listener
and a
student.
I
coast the green mountains
and
dry flat riverbeds
and
receive a hum which passes through me.
North
is obviously everywhere.
© C.
Kaup – 5/30/93