Language as Thought

My new friend from Paris tells me
we think of friendship differently.
"Friends are of
more consequence to me,"
he says.

He reserves an entire verb
conjugation for friends.
Perhaps he would start this poem,
"A woman I met from Akron tells me..."

Language bounds thinking.
(I think.)

Are we missing the depths of concepts, too,
thanks to our own binding dictionary?

Like the Arabic "ya'arburnee"
defined as the hopeful declaration
that I might leave the world
before my love.
"May you bury me."

And could we all have words
like the German "kummerspeck?"
("Excessive weight gained from emotional overeating")
By literally naming it "grief bacon,"
is its mental load lighten
by language alone?

Maybe the A.I. machines
will figure out an ideal earthly language
and teach us humans how to talk
and think
better.

By Morgan Lasher

The Ocean

“You are something the whole universe is doing in the same way that a wave is something the whole ocean is doing.” —Alan Watts

THE OCEAN

She spends the daylight by
Reflection ponds
And devotes the hours of darkness to
The day’s echoes and ghosts

In her attempt to reveal
To the universe
Who she is
And what she’s meant to do.

But she is already the universe herself.

She was born
Of a White Dwarf’s heart
And at the death throws
Of a Great Red Giant.

She rode in frozen asteroids
And will ride them again.

But, still
She polishes
Her well-worn stones & masks
One
By
One.

Throw them away, my love.

When you already are
The universe,
There’s nothing to throw or mask.

You’re not a single surfer
Clinging to a single wave.

You are the wave—
And the ocean Herself.

By Morgan Lasher