i am not fluent in the tongue of angels
it does not taste familiar in my mouth
it is not my first language, nor is it my second
i listen to it spoken, and i try to understand
occasionally a word i recognize slips through the wall of sound
and i grasp for more meaning
the native speakers have the patience of saints
they know learning a new language is difficult
they know being in a new place is strange
i stumble over worlds of words
not due to uneven pavement
but unfamiliar streets
two locals appear, one on either side of me
just as i am about to fall
they take my hands and steady me
and i learn another new phrase
i am building new neuropathways
the angels beam with pride
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 3:32 PM UTC
i am not fluent in the tongue of angels
it does not taste familiar in my mouth
it is not my first language, nor is it my second
i listen to it spoken, and i try to understand
occasionally a word i recognize slips through the wall of sound
and i grasp for more meaning
the native speakers have the patience of saints
they know learning a new language is difficult
they know being in a new place is strange
i stumble over worlds of words
not due to uneven pavement
but unfamiliar streets
two locals appear, one on either side of me
just as i am about to fall
they take my hands and steady me
and i learn another new phrase
i am building new neuropathways
the angels beam with pride
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