a world of whispers a conversation between dust and sun a relational hum universal pragmatics between our senses said out loud a happy little agreement a messy, glorious tangle of perspectives all pointing somewhere we trace the edges of what we can know with our clumsy, finite fingers a child’s crayon drawing of the infinite ocean the spirit holds the depths in a single thought we splash in the shallows and call it the sea a messy, glorious tangle of perspectives all pointing somewhere is this real this coffee cup, this morning light or just the way the light and i have decided to meet today it’s all just borrowed anyway this temporary arrangement of atoms singing a song of what is for a little while and the song is beautiful even if we only know a few of the words even if the melody shifts with every listener the grand composer smiles at our frantic attempts to write it all down to capture the echo in a jar a world of whispers a conversation between dust and sun a relational hum held together by the word