Composed Upon Changing My Facebook Profile

have you heard the good news yet?
they've been talking around it for years
you can almost hear it in all great quotes
in those great songs and perfect moments
which you wonder whether have always existed
and then
it is illuminated
and you realize
that the only traditions are oral
and time is a plaything
for smart, patient people
who breathe it
you can almost hear them sighing that it is incommunicable

i was reading what some dancers said
about the difference
between a gesture and a sentence
and of practice as self-generation
i could hear them conversing through time
to each other
and to me too
and to you if you'll have it
i could hear them and i thought to myself
of music and classics
shared moments like a pop star's passing
and how each time you hear a song
it never quite captures the first listen
that aforementioned wonderment
the dumbness struck
by a universal chord
dancers know how to deal with it
but poets only have their words
and the ineffable "it"
is the only word that
describes this thrumming i'm talking about
the one that keeps me meeting dawns