Words Count

 

words-count

Those random seeds extrapolate

into a diaspora of vowels

that come together in strands

in a code that longs for coherence

wishing to gather and make sense

by coalescing in a casual thing

a wanton thought, a thought that wants

to be articulate.

Yes.

Words count

The caress of presumptive heirs

borne on precious breath

are not yet premeditated

but innocent until

the string is drawn

and someone makes

sense of it

by interpreting their loss, and so

words count

By assembling a wall of fonts

clues to meaning

and harmony

and eventually we are left

with them echoing a chant

that resonates around the deep walls

of the well from which we draw

the words

that count.