We Are Poets

We are poets.

We bash ourselves against the limits

of what can be said

We stand at the lip of eternity

We make the attempt

Translators

of a language

no one really knows

and everyone speaks

The language beneath us

the structure that undergirds all we see

The steel beams beneath the the dry wall and paint

The sense that all things make

We watch

and speak

Whether we know or not

We speak of

or to

or before

The One who defines us.

The One we are for.