Bones a Humming
a poem and soundscape for your bones
I see you carrying your bones across this dusty old earth
You look to the clouds for rain
Tracing each bone
As it points you to new terrain
I see you close your eyes
Slip inside and fall past your eardrums
Dropping further down
You touch yourself with fingertips
And tap tap tap your skin
Listening to the shape of bones.
They’re starting to hum.
Your soft fingers rooting and touching firmly to your skin
Feeling the sound from deep within.
Your bones are starting to hum.
They’re starting to vibrate
Ancestral words softly singing from oracle bones
Let us float and swim
You drum your body
Cup your hands
Soft or firm touch touch touch
Crashing at the edge of sea and land
You map yourself
To find the water deep inside
Listening for the echoes bouncing
You are trembling with life.