Words

Some words are nothing more than
Complicated hybrids of emotions.
Repetitious variations of
Germanic train car constructions.
To go forward you have to come back
Where you began.
One thing leads to another,
And sometimes
One thing leads to nowhere at all.
Arrested and overawed attention.
Did I mention
"Selfie" made it word of the year?
Not yet, perhaps not here,
But in the end, and somewhere like this.
That is what it means…
Communication gone mute.
Our lives contain multitudes.
Arms stretching farther and farther
To encompass more people, more life...
Out of curiosity, of imagination, of love.
Can you see me?
All of me?
Probably not.
No one has.

 © Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020.

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