At four in the afternoon

At four in the afternoon

while I sit outside waiting for rain

which may or may not come I nurse

a Chang beer or maybe it nurses me,

but I feel something let down inside

of me. Language drains away and

leaves me without words in a world

I have come to love.

FG       7/15/2016

I’ve been watching some TED talks on the nature of consciousness.  The one thing I didn’t hear was the connection between language and consciousness.  Language is a virus from outer space.  But take language away and there would still be poetry.  That’s my contribution to the topic.