For the air

Years ago a rhythmic phrase of puffs
led me to create
                         Para el aire.

From mountain to mouth
the air makes the world
a percussive
instrument.

It percusses the mountain and, in frequencies,
the wind’s chafing against the stone
translates itself. Unrepeatable sonic event,
an object in
                                                memory.

                       Air percusses
                         in the mouth.
Human mycelium in the webs of meaning,
spoken sound,
heard sound.

The nosotropic wind.