“Tiring of language, the mind takes flight.” – Jim Harrison
From a vocabulary with spindly legs
I strive to conjure a spirit
strive to fashion a word totem
that connects the me and now
to the we that soars over the aching aloneness below.
It is only when I deconstruct,
allow the word teeth of the saw to fall,
that we perform the air dance as eagles
— with this nuance:
we plummet not as we gyre
risking all on our moments of togetherness.
Oh, we fly!
Higher than imagination.
Higher than want.
Higher than oxygen.
Higher than… language!
This is part of “28 Days of Unreason”
based on prompts taken from poems
by Jim Harrison.