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