(image credit: Ghislain Bonneau)

Mother tongue
the thought permeates my being

a language shared by all

emotions infuse me
a kaleidoscope of swirling
colors and images
visible
but just outside comprehension
sounds audible
but indistinguishable

shadows

excitement
to be reconnected
understood

buoyed
on the brink of something
forgotten

bold as time
a lost language
ours to claim