Words aren’t just tools
For getting things straight
Pinning them down
Holding them up
Don’t use them like hammers
Or even as thumbtacks.
Don’t merely handle them.
Hold them, melt them to your marrow
From where,
Nourishing your heart,
Loving your soul,
They rise again, aloft from your lungs,
Flowing out graciously
Helping the world exist.
