Leeward Again

Want: A Haiku

Our actions, absent
Our language, lacking goodness
Why do we not care?

Piece
After
Piece
I have thrown after hope
That day might be anew

Under the microscope
Through the telescope
Yet not to the naked eye
Indeed it has
It is

Crisp, though unbleached
Comfortable, too
With a new song
In a language
I will struggle to learn, I will

There isn’t the wise heart
Inside this frame
Able to end Something
With correct words and proper punctuation

What grammar class rebel
With words for the dispose
Doesn’t know the greatest way
To say goodbye is with the first kiss;

You’ll hear my name for you
Six Million words -each more true

I’ll wear out the L’s, for L words make me laugh
I’ll wield a skilled S as a sword or a staff

When I’ve tired of speaking, comes then Z, or close by
When all’s said and done, a new language have I

You world in my head
I’d hold you in my hands if
I spoke your language

The Sun speaks to me
In a diff’rent dialect
Challenging heart’s ears