About Constellations

When our thoughts become poems the poetry becomes our constellations and then we write down the words all the that we have discovered or want to understand. These are the things I am. I am trying to learn French. I’m learning I think. A language as vast as the stars. It’s like watching the constellations partly; discovering it changes us; deepening our minds just as the poetry we read or write becomes more meaningful night after night… just begins with a simple thought.


Thinking Out Loud

I can only speak one language
You can speak maybe three or five,
I admire that.
Sometimes I hear you talking.

Speaking to another
In French or Spanish or Italian;
I love that!
Thinking out loud.

I wish my brain 
Could speak like you
In more than one language;
In a voice I never heard.

There is an art
To say, “I love you”
In more than one way.

There are two or more words
They say,
To the meanings of everything,
There is more than one understanding
In this world of speaking. 

More languages 
Than anyone could 
Ever imagine. 

This is a world of sounds
Of soundscapes, landscapes
That speak,
And conversation in cafe’s
Of voices on the internet,
And some writing it too. 

I only have one voice,
When it comes to you, 
It’s a language 
I know you’ll understand.

Language is the sound
Of many songs,
How wonderful it is…
That other voice so dear…
How lucky I am!
I came to hear
That voice in you.