Stone Mortar Pestle

Speak for my brother my daughter
For the intimacy of the alphabet
The immediacy of their numbers

Speak for the tongue of darkness
Retrieval and remembrance

Speak for what is not spoken
The clarity beyond memory
For touch and response

Speak beyond the world
Its fragile fictions
Its forgetfulness

Speak through garbled spelling
Faulty accounts
Beyond summary and synergy

Speak out of the daughters and sons
Of Wisdom and reticence
And the noise in the night air

Speak for silence
For stillness waiting
Originary and pregnant

I like this piece, Peter, especially the last 3 stanzas.

Les

Thanks, Les. My mom's name was Sophia.

Peter