A Language No One Knows
by rebecca ~ March 9th, 2006. Filed under: Poems & art.My son said, What you think as a problem,
think as a skill. To speak a language no one knows –
but for me – crushes dandelion dust under my chin
and love’s butter seeps into my marrow as deep as those
who utter moo, meow, and ba-ba
black sheep have you any wool.
No arf, no peep, no neigh, a rare choo-choo.
Those sounds carry no impact
on the current state of planet earth
or guarantee happy thoughts when old.
To be in the realm of non-language may be a gift
from me to you. A reminder that words fly
and never land; they spill and dissipate.
Toward emptiness all speech crawls.
When I look at you with all my love
limitations of the tongue shall melt away
like ice painted to the branches of trees.