Friday, 2 February 2018

Language, our mangroves:

Open water lures, a web
not driven by hunger
nor the desire to breed,
it just is, a phenomenon —
but would it be if we
with our eyes did not to see,
with our ears did not to hear?

If we did not enter
by feet or ship,
by head or board,
and cross its distances
or ride its waves
because we can,
what then its appreciation?

What if our tales were not told,
no Moby, no Long John?

If the world had no consciousness,
no language to tell
what is seen or heard,
what then of water and sand?

Languages are the mangroves
that form new lands out of old.

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