Tuesday, 29 November 2016

Language Meanders

by Catalina Claussen


Language meanders,
trickling over touchstones
multi-faceted in riprapped river beds
that seep knowledge of geologic time and space
reflected and refracted
from the sparkle of your green eyes to the tips of my toes.

Language stores,
indigenous, intimate knowing of animal, vegetable, and mineral,
nourishing the web,
permeating the skin of a blue-belly lizard,
vibrating in the fecund chloroplasts of prickly pear pads,
purifying the cells of those who wish to drink it.

Alive, born,
merging and vanishing at the confluence of past and present,
I am per-son.
One sound.
One tone in the symphonic cacophony of existence,
riding the current into the uncertain future.