In whispers, it is said, mouths
hidden behind walled hands,
that God’s words are found in the sound
of water; water pooling, trickling,
flowing in rivers, crackling across rocks.
It is thought as well, though no one admits,
cracked lips sealed tight lest the words excite,
that the devil is found in the sound
of sand; sand blown, brushing,
driven across the land, filling the towns.
It is never mentioned, though well understood,
that when the water and sand merge - there
in the mud is the sound of humanity; humanity
sucking, gripping, pulling, leaving wordless shapes
in spaces of things forever departed.