I want to hear strange tongues around me
saying things I don’t understand —
music and not sense!
I want to be in the dark as I walk around,
and let the impressions form themselves
from the light reflections into my eyes,
the sound waves in my ears,
and not from interpretation and explanation.
Even my coffee tastes better decafinato.
I like it that your word for chair
makes me want to sit down
or just gaze at the beauty
of the object.
And because Imagination
can bring us closer to
the truth of how fresh
is the NOW eternally,
your word for God
seems to open the pantheon
of my own Temple of Worship
wider toward its merging in
the spiritual sky
