Some people stretch beyond words. The lexicon seems inadequate, the semantics thin. I use words to create similes which cause me to get farther and farther from the truth. I want to say it in metaphor, even then knowing I have scraped my knees while falling short. You, I would say, are lake water. You, an old oak. You, dust in the sunshine. You, wrinkles in the sand. You, a deer's steady eyes. You, river silt through my fingers. How do I throw words at something as remarkable as you? Or you? And you, too, the one I know is reading this?
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