Rosemary Dunn Moeller

Sine Waves
 
I am cradle rocked by Puget Sound
as engines vibrate everything and us,
always, like a rubber
band over a tissue box being
strummed repeatedly by
 
an obsessive child of mer-parents.
These vibrating waves might be music to some
one, thing, being,
or we are the vibrations sent out in a code
we don’t know like the taps
 
received at a train depot
that dissipate instantly
understood by some trained creature
totally different from us.
Or we’re the musical instruments of some
 
sea creature, causing vibrations
that are apparent in melodies and harmonies
but we don’t have the senses needed to receive.
Might be we’re the disconnected numbers vocalized
on a phone message giving time and temperature
 
in meaningless phonemes until attached
to other phonemes
in nonlinear time we don’t experience.
Rocked in the cradle of the Sound at night
I’ve only distant lights for reference that
 
help me see
what I feel is real
what I see isn’t more
than other souls rocked on
the breast of other waves

Rosemary Dunn Moeller is author of Long Term Mates Migrate Great Distances, two chapbooks and numerous anthologized poems. She has traveled to all seven continents following bird migrations, taught and learned from students for decades, and writes to connect to others through images and ideas.