July 19*

it is in our memory
when there were no words

but experience seemed to sometimes coalesce
into meaning, some sort of bewitching unity

which gave forth—birthed—words
and each word was a poem—marvelous, infinite

blossoming to a litter of words, sentences, stories
books and thoughts
of every unimaginable sort

and now:
there is something here
—many somethings—
sure, strong, active
for which there are no words

i cannot tell you


*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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2 Responses to July 19*

  1. susanissima says:

    Fine poem, Luther. Just shared on FB.

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