Who Spoke First?
who knows from where the echoes come,
who knows who forms the echoes?
if, in a canyon, I speak loudly enough
that echoes come, I
might think it’s me, I
am the maker of echoes, I
belch a series of wave forms
toward a mirror of cliff and
hear myself return on ripples of air,
it’s simple. but what if I too am an echo,
a mere echo of echoes, an echo of something
with an infinity of mouths.
who was it that spoke first?
Jim Culleny, 2/18/24