Language Quest
by Odin Roark

To be at one with the words we write and read
Is to appreciate more than mere definition.

For does not a lexical feast banter the intellect
Akin to the salivary nature of hunger
When morsels of perceived gastric comfort
Trigger stomach sounds of flirtatious want?

Where is it stated communication is unequivocal?
What prevents the mind’s eye to free associate,
To carve tributaries of free-flow additions,
To make the valleys of verbal tundra inviting
For the reward of a peak’s thin-air high?

Oh to be open for fresh discovery,
To welcome the twists and turns
Every trail to learning’s higher reaches provides,
To look hopefully around the soft curve of every syllable,
The rock-like nature of strident consonants,
And the ever welcome foreshadowing of revelation,
Dedicated to reward aches and pains of tenacity’s patience.