Rabbit Talk

Worldly forest full of vibrations.
Floating in a soundless vacuum of space, this worldly record spun;
needle broken long ago, now the staccato of scratchy sound.

Numbers beyond count recording, hearing, translating to action-
Potential, kinetic, fluid, dynamic…
Explosive, cacophony; octaves high and low
cascading sinusoidal wave to equal, f = 1/T
“Hello!”
“I hate you!”
“Moron!”
“I love you!”
“ribbit”
“groan”
“splash”
…

Sitting in silence one such as I is deluged with sound.

Outside my window the world marches to the drums of war:
A deer fleeing for to save its life from the forest fire, crashing trees and cries of death
as a humming bird's wings pound the air, stable, in place, eating sugary nectar…

You speak, you add voice to the insanity and reason
but do you listen?
Even now as I near death- memories of past feasts, of feats, of sounds of successes and failures
I can hear the future trees growing as they replace those now burnt
I can hear the future children laughing as they replace those now being buried
I can hear the rabbit survivor sitting silent on the evening lawn, nibbling clover, waiting for the sound of the coming mower…
I can hear life,
as for the last word

(silence)

Robin B. Lipinski claims to be addicted to writing. It helps that his good dreams are other people's nightmares. There is not much to know about him other than he shares this planet with you and others.

Find more by Robin B. Lipinski in the Author Index.

Comment on this story in the Aphelion Forum

Return to Aphelion's Index page.