Canto CCLXXI

It’s in these quiet moments, when you’re not
keening for milk or emptying your bowels
or on a short recharge within your cot—

when your enormous, Manga-like pupils
dart about as something like a thought
has caused a stir within your mind’s calm pool.

With barely a past for you to relate
whichever happenings you register;
without a horde of words to correlate

with biases to help them hold faster—
is your mind like that of an animal?
The dog that balks at the call of its master?

Or the elephant that’s able to recall
the dry spot where her mother’s bones congeal
and stops for hours on end to caress all

that remains after vultures take their meal?
The irony is that when first words come
and you’ll have the ability to tell,

the pre linguistic mindset will be gone,
your first green moments calcified with age,
hard edged and sharp focused, dry as a drum,

as all you know is pushed aside by knowledge.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    May 27, 2012 @ 23:59:14

    Now this is something I’ve often speculated on…without language how do we think. I say to myself I want to go for a run tomorrow and this thought is composed of words.

    The last Stanza and the couplet is bloody brilliant.

    Reply

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