Seismologists

Seismologists speak without absolutes,

Listening to the vibrations of earth rock

Skateboarders drum on the infinite,

Shifting texture of landscape

Zebras migrate on the contrails of

Wildebeests superior listening,

All drumming their hooves in cacophony

Frogs evolved the first listening

ears to hear Mother Earth’s song,

within folds of their skin

Creating possibility of sound

here, today in my eardrum

hearing Nature’s chameleon

I am unqualified to write a symphony

Yet one is continually playing

in my bones—

Whether my instruments

can detect it or not,

My hope is that they listen

like sand on a drum

Creating exquisite patterns of response

The same infinite patterns

playing in you, waving the ocean,

fluttering through all the leaves—

May we ALL become seismologists

of Divine Creativity

May we listen with our heart’s drum