We press words together,
watch them grow, breathe.
We hear them fight us,
mock us, whisper, scream.
See them become love between two
The passion in a kiss.
We press word together, you and I.
We create fabric language:
Silk, cotton, burlap language,
Wrapping threads around a nation.
We create working language:
Farmer, doctor, blue collar language,
Working vowels and spirit into a society.
Then words press us together, all of us,
And we become written language:
Molecule, atom, people language,
Born of breath and word by a poet God.