The Screen and the Words

I am a traveler from an ancient time;

It may be your world, which I take for mine.

I gaze upon your face as on a screen

Wondering how to penetrate what's been,

And whether my haphazard thoughts

Might be so many oughts. Or noughts?

But then discard the banal question,

Rebelling at its mere suggestion.

I do not speak the language I define.

It may be your world I take for mine.

It would be bad manners for a guest

To put such passing issues to the test.

I merely juggle with the words

Found lying here, a sport for nerds.

I could continue on these lines,

In balance with the thought, the times,

Which may be headed to corrupt.

A fine occasion to shut up!

Some say “which,” others “that”;

And some are thin and others fat,

Circumstance may well define!

It may be your world I take for min . . .

Monday, September 14, 2026