An Audible Account of Making Soup, Jan 13 2011
what we heard in the kitchen
with our palms curved on blanched tomatoes
was not limited to Buddy Holly.
The window was half closed
the air needling our forearms
the record stopped
and you tuned the radio
brushing the dial through AM static
I could hear only the boiling water.
you would say ‘the brain dedicates
a lot of resources to hearing.’
and I, turning from the stove,
would add that the Universe
resonates at b-flat, fifty-two
octaves below middle-C.
but we are caught in the inaudible,
and, if you are
right, our brains are too
focused on hearing to respond
even though we’re in constant motion.