The Boom

I used to live among some people

Who sing out with booming feelings

And open hands.

And throwing my body across the grass,

I listened in with booming feelings,

I became a fan.

I make my own music now

I clapped my hands together

And made a booming sound

That filled up and got me fans.

I sang songs and wrote books of songs,

I grew my hair and I walked like I was an ancient man.

I found a voice and coughed out songs

In this way I made people think I was the limp.

I made a boom, displayed my boom,

And on my peers I sang gloriously

I married the moon

And with my hands held out with grace

The cold of light around me loomed

The possibility that if I stopped clapping my hands

They would notice that I couldn't hold onto things

The possibility that if I stopped bellowing my voice,

I would notice the songs that all about me sing.