Native tool

These are not my native language

not my pure expression,

action, deeds, movement,

is my thoughts

Yet I need words–

Scratched in dead trees, carved in electrons on screens,

absorb through the eyes– the forward section of brain

perceived through vibration through the liquid of air

words are not my native care.

///

I learned them secondary, a need to express–

a thing I need,to get

a caress of care,

love,

of correction,

and food.

words are important

vital to shaping

the good

both myself and others

the world and my gut.

///

words become my world

have words invaded me? have words colonized?

They have been absorbed regardless

were they are ambassadors? diplomats?

a thing that surrounded,

from conception to now

words are not native, to me.

yet I love them. Hold them dear.

Helps me connect to my peers.

words are my, natural expression. Now.

Though they are not yet my first preferred tool