Living Language

Language is a trumpeting vine, Blooms in every shape, size and color Tendrils of words grow every which way, here, there, hither & yon, insinuating themselves, curling lovingly, inexorably, into, around the vertical and horizontal, diagonal pillars and frameworks of each diverse community --- Language is a slow, lazy ocean whose tides lick the verbal shores offering new sand & water while re-absorbing and changing the old It flows out, ebbs in, a living, breathing, constant motion --- Language is essential, is vital and ageless – a kaleidoscope mosaic always perennial, always new Without language, what would you or I do? Without language…...................