Babble

Before Any Tower

Babble arrested me before I knew
Letting me explore under sounds of words
As waves breaking swirl surf  on beach of mouth
Meeting of meaning only afterwards

Babble is springtime of the spring of words
Rushing Irrepressibly towards what's coming
But has not yet arrived, is still churning
As a yearning in liquid becoming

What a happy chance to be stuck, held here
On the very brink of discovery
Ready to recover what was not lost
But simply awaiting the chance of speech

Impossible to find a way to phrase
The wide dawn of this mysterious phase