Information Highway

There is a message in the cold sky
burning hot with stars
compelling our imaginations
well beyond the three dimensions

There is a message in the waves of light
refracting through distances of time
into color texture sound
Language is a stream of sound
color-coding messages
running out of names for all the hues

There are no word-for-word translations

Read the bumpy universe
with the tips of your fingers
Listen to your stomach growling --
it took four billion years to learn how

You can't explain the Mystery
even to your best friend
But you can take her to the forest
after the rain

« poetry