What if one day the world awoke
to find itself voiceless –
\mute – unable to make use
of words – not having words
to define, to add structure
to build philosophies
to create meaning
Would it not be wonderful
to live by image alone –
to lack the ability to define
meaning – but only live it –
what would fill the vacuum created?
Perhaps chaos would reign
but I think not –
ultimately we would
communicate soul to soul
having no other way
to connect –
more fluidity,
certainly more intimacy –
the barriers rhetoric built
would collapse in upon themselves
and my eyes would seek yours
rather than hiding from them.
Perhaps it would be
like those times as a youth
when I would lie in the night grasses
and fall into the vastness
of the universe – feeling small,
humble and connected
all at once.
And perhaps, because touch
would become so essential
we would not be so hasty
to hurt and maim and drive
wedges between each other
so we would cease to find
ways to isolate, label, judge
as our hands would entwine
finger to finger
in a new language.
