Mercy

Here I am
At the mercy of the radio
Looking at unsterile humans
Eating and drinking
Breathing unsterile air
Sound waves down into the lungs
Afternoon sun pulsing off of windshields and the hoods of trucks and cars
Pulsing heat waves of color
To dissolve into the cool afternoon Chico air
Mingling with the sound waves in the gentle breeze
Meeting at the joints of the grateful web
Maybe go off through cause and effect
Making the earth rumble in Indonesia
Tsunamis and title waves of color and sound over Japan
Death and to rebirth I see these things don’t just start here at the radio either
Don’t just start as the sun pulses off the hood of a car
We do not start at birth
Not at waking up in the morning
Not ending at death
Not ending in the earth quakes and title waves and skyscrapers tumbling from such great heights
Bigger they come baby
This is our mothers garden
Where we are eternal like the music and sun and earthquakes and tsunamis and down to the most minute indescript grain of anything
Our mother knows better than to waste
Just hope she don’t come on too hard