What is made of a lifetime

Life speaks

but don’t think too quickly

that you know the language.

Life speaks

as if in some mother tongue

you know but

don’t know you know.

And whatever life says

is only poems,

swirling with imagery and

distractingly beautiful

moments.

But don’t think too quickly

that you can’t feel the meaning

even before you comprehend

the words.

Is it that the interpretation

or the impact

holds more meaning than

the content?

Can what is meant and made of

a lifetime

be heard in a moment?