Words are good
‘Words dry and riderless’, Sylvia Plath, ‘Words’
The echo of the inexpressible
appears among lines
carving what I don’t know yet
configuration of signs.
Are words good enough?
We feel to use them literally.
What’s my pleasure in using words?
I encounter them on a journey
of recovery,
reimagining the past
in a memoir of self-discovery
turning at last
to the bottom of the pool