what I already am thinking about
is my gratitude for language
how it will stretch just so much and no farther;
how there are some holes it will not cover up;
how it will move, if not inside, then
around the circumference of almost anything
how, over the years, it has given me
back all the hours and days, all the
plodding love and faith, all the
misunderstandings and secrets
I have willingly poured into it.
—Tony Hoagland, from “This Is No Word”
(Source: rimeswriting, via rimeswriting)
