Duet

The earth is not perfect in its circumference,
it wobbles and shudders as it sings

with pitched layers of atmospheric frequencies
and deep molten throbs.

Each person makes a noise that drowns out the
sound against a tsunami's thunder.

Do they ever know the song before it's too late,
or go mute long enough to learn the words.

When you and I are together, we quietly hum in
hopes of hearing it in tune, of being a duet in sync.

When we can't, we touch; the friction of bodies
become tuning forks vibrating with the tides,

of bird and beast migrating by the silvery tines of
stars, to the music of our only home.