Everything Talks — Poetry — Headless Now — Moca McCarty Photo

Everything talks:

empty, receptive — until a molecule informs me. It’s then my world explodes with vibrant color, sounds, and scent, vital news of my surroundings. I am so many intricate, infinitely small things, and yet most of all I am the communication of these seeming parts that somehow translates to the whole of my existence. Of cells to molecules, atoms and the particles that swirl to their formation, everything talks me into…