The Limits of Language
Before speaking there was the other side of the tongue,
I saw silence.
Now I shout or whisper.
Seeming contradictions live in a world of perhaps,
Opposites attract or not…
There are 15 thousand varieties of Orchids, I’m told.
I call love without words,
Without knowing names.
I sit before the faces of flowers,
Losing myself.
Things happen and suddenly you know.
Jo Smail
December 2006