Ottoman
I consulted a dictionary,
thick as any gravestone,
the meaning of each word
only given in terms of
other words
whose meanings must also
be
looked up and so
around and around we go
--
illusory, inclusive world
of words
created by barking,
braying,
warbling and lamenting,
cooing and crooning,
flesh-throated human beings –
our wordiness letting no
truth in edgewise.
Your love I find
inexplicable, indefinable, unutterable –
Your love – all You ever
talked about (in Your silence).
Silence I dare not keep –
the truth of myself
might shine forth for all
to see. I dare not shine.
I dare not embrace, so I
go home
and write a poem about
shining, embracing –
a pillow made of my
dictionary,
an ottoman of my
phonebook.
O child of God, words
never tell the Truth
yet, they are the only
means at your disposal.
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