A Poet and Peasant Language

Is there a good time and a proper place

where talk about God is not a disgrace?

An aphorism from the mind of God

after our barefoot language has been shod.

It’s like wearing our own Sunday-best shoes

while delivering quotidian news.

It is like wearing an Easter bonnet

which has nothing but wild flowers on it.

It’s also like warming our frozen hands

with a wisdom only God understands.
Only poets can talk to each other

in a language they can still discover.

A home made language like ours

can have many unexpected powers.

Walt Abbott 3-16-2012