the inchoate finds form

 

The Word

the word,

a word,

letters and sounds hope to hold

a complexity of thought

in one clean tool,

each tool audacious and new

and pulls nuanced idea out of the ether,

and allows us to find, to expand

how we see and feel the world around us,

our place in it,

the other,

and the bridges that can 

connect us and that world,

was the word in the beginning?

how much was the word the beginning?

was that when thought first coalesced

into form that could be held

and then used to connect

the interior to the exterior,

and vice versa?

the inchoate finds form,

when dementia steals words away,

how much does it steal individuation?

can such loss return us to the Source?

or does it imprison us where we have no control,

and we know disempowerment?

for now I celebrate words

and how they enable me 

to create and to hold thoughts and feelings.

by Henry H. Walker

February  3, ‘25