The Mouth

How many words
and spoons heavy with curry
pass through?
How many screams of joy,
surprise and pain?
How many shapes
do lips discover to express
the textured nuances of life lived
through grimace, grit, sneer and laugh,
of mouth wide in holler across a distance,
of the pleading call toward those gone lost,
of the micro-sonic windscrape of whispered secrets,
of the kiss,
of the pout,
of the babbling
confusion we learn in doubt,
of the ease Self feels as it flows and finds form
amidst the words, sobs, giggles and grunts we invent
with those we love and trust?



jerry gordon
11.10.08

image by Amy Farkas