Natural Sounds
Listen, I can’t make out a single thing you’re brambling aloud right now — all I hear is your jamble from the creek your bursting worlds of sound — I try to follow just one noise to your source plucking out a rushing reed as strings hum of single instrument melodies that yeah, of course, each hit differently, bouncing on the eardrum — quiet now. Listen, outside's nice. Isn't it? Join us. All life — add your own call like — your pitch. INTONE, screech, grunt, noise home — say "no more" to loud flames shouting high and white, hear natural volume pour form into and from the sky — insects clicking, click click click, birds chirping, chirp chirp chirp, weather sticking, thick thick thick, mammals slurping, slurp slurp slurp, world sprinkling, spraying, splashing, brooks together babbling and laughing, home fluttering, creeping, crittering, and dribbling, earth's cuckoos ticking, with each drop dripping. The sounds of wildlands as homelands intone differently by time of day or season overlaying organic crescendos of resonance always giving us a reason — to listen quiet outside. Beautiful, isn't it? Join with — all life. Add your call like. Your own pitched noise — screech, grunt, raise your voice — say "no more" to loud white flames dialed high, pour natural volume in the sky — I follow your echo across the world — here I've got you, here you're heard: where winds are chattering, sometimes they're screaming, ice cracking is cackling, with grief and rage heaving, you hear it there — echoing anchor growing in surroundings in all the natural sounds, just listening. To all of them.
— Adam Powers