Barking Fresh Waters

“silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.” ― Rumi

Calliope with a little help from DALL-E

Like Dante,
I crave my bark wander
lands untouched…
… countries with no bounds,
vistas without end,
words with no name,
they flicker and shine
like whispers of a dream,
like shadows from the flame.

Calliope,
mother of Muses,
you who accorded Homer
the boon of inspiration,
the gift of revelation…
tales of mighty Odysseus;
mother me so my bark
crackles and thunders
across the heavens.
I long to play
the language game
a different way.
Show me the rules
and I will cook them
and serve what remains to the dogs.

Traveling light,
and nowhere to be,
I am the walrus.