March 3, 2013 § 2 Comments
There are phrases that consume us, our imaginations, drawing us into distraction; for a moment we are untethered, lost to language. Last week I found myself closing the pages of a book upon a phrase to hold it tightly in my mouth, rolling the words on my tongue to keep the moment close; memories and comprehension curling over words to draw out the sweetness of their familiarity. For a moment I felt all the joy and wonder of a child conjuring my first phrase or extracting another’s words from the pages of a storybook. This love does not age, it is with me always; bound by threads of language.