Native Tongue

I know the whispered mumblings

Of a thousand tongues

And weave them all to reach you

Yet none know the honesty of a stutter

Another would finish

Will we connect?

Show a sign

That I not pretend in words spoken

Worse yet by taking the time to write

Erasing my heart

If I was blunt or was rude

Or I said something stupid

There in a look

I would know if you knew me

And still understood

Laughing at potty mouths

Swearing at God aloud

Crying like children forsaken

Do you know me now?

Carved into simple words

Hello!

Good morning!

How are you?

Calm on the surface

While deep currents dredge up the muck

Dare you descend with me there?

Touching no bottom

I’ve seen collisions of soul

Icebergs with deep hulls become one

Beneath the words that suspend

Above hearts surface tension

I saw something of love

Honest and good

Even I understood it was heaven

Where all are young

My native tongue