Recognize
how language determines
a path
Whether understanding
or wrath
Why speak at all
if none speak
a language
Will we all revert
to our corners,
a kind of safety sought
Since not
able to heed
what is needed
Blueprints shift
so I shall sit
Stiller than what is,
steadier in the midst
Rather than some edge
where mirages grow
and drift,
windblown
Lifeless vanity
sneers
at tides of serenity
and mildness
Shores of trust
where questions are stilled
until answers
journey toward their crossing