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
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