The body, therefore, Poem by Laura Wetherington

I want no part of an alpha-anything,
but saying that I touch the mountain means

the mountain touches me also.
What chaos can make the fringe
of a discourse its center.

There are so many ways to enter
into public conversation
when words train our tongues

acts of violence are followed by a period of silence.
The rain sounds thunder.
I touch the world by throwing rocks at it.
I touch the other side of the lake with my voice
. The essence of speech
echoes the sound of speaking in rain.

Running for one's life means moving away
from populated areas.
The rain, therefore, en haute voix