Pressure Waves

Compression and expansion
In nearly identical
Iterations—all sound is,

Whether Big Bang or little
Whisper in your small-whorled ear,
A coruscating cosmos

With too much information
Emerging to hold it all
Still, motion itself data,

And data including sounds
And the many vibrations
Felt through your basement at night

From shelling or mere traffic,
From the earthquake off the coast,
Rain on the roof, next door’s snores.

Never wasn’t a rumbling,
Humming world, your own torso
Included, yes, yours, you, too.