Nothing Dubious

Nothing Dubious

There's nothing dubious
about sound. As we walk down
that path – or shall I say I, in singular
walking – down that path, the sound arrives
ordered by flavor, intensity
and a notion of expectation, direction

matters as much as
noise – the salt of sound – leading
to multiple reads

The wind – warmer than flowers
and gypsies – blows away the noise
so we - or shall I say I, in singular
walking – keep inhaling the blocks
of sound

arriving at the coast
like waves
of ordered strength, pushing
us forward

or shall I say I?
walking, in singular.

© 2015, José Eduardo Coelho