Wednesday, October 2, 2024

TAMING THE TONGUE

Do you say 
you prefer 

music 
without words—

placid ponds
without their ripples—

innocent 
and easy 

to guileless 
and simple? 

What if
there is no pond 

on this Earth
which is deep enough

to conceal 
from our trawls 
the worst 

synonym 
for profundity? 

In that case 
(or in any), 
how do you explain 

your refusal 
to engage 

with the roiling pot 
of your least
attentive thoughts 

to your most 
demanding company?