The wolf circles back without leaving a trail
The tidewater swells in the Spring
The sun like sputtering flame yields to dark
The mockingbird chidingly sings
What passes for art is too often noise
And wisdom too often absurd
And what I learned from you I learned in a world without words.
The stars mark the hour notwithstanding the clock
The locust waits seventeen years
The shy crocus blooms when called forth from the snow
The willow she cries without tears
Two worlds in parallel hardly connect
Each to the other absurd
And since I met you I’ve discovered a world without words.
I used to think darkness a wasteland
And live for the first show of light
But you taught me to dance in the darkness
To speak the language of night.
©1993 Pamela Cardullo Ortiz