Lesson 29

There’s a second sight that’s really blindness
which I possess as someone who straddles
between two tongues, though I favor one
more, the other, native, mother, still hangs
above what I like to think of as my language.

If language is a river, I am trapped
in its many tributaries, and obsessed
with charting it like a brown Indiana Jones
making my way up to the headwater,
and the mountains, to get to the source
from where it splintered. To find God
and ask them, why?

All because I have only one tongue
where two languages fight for survival.





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Written on 2024-11-04 at 18:01

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
the fact that we can be one person with 2 languages on the same level makes it very interesting...men can do more than one thing at a time isn't it?
2024-11-04