I don't think it's the words that are the problem.
I do not yet feel like I belong to them.
They have their place and I am nowhere.
I stop. and start. and stop. again. Promising to be better
Next time, when I'll return with 'assuredness'.
I don't know where I'm trying to lead them
But I am in as much control of this sinking vessel.
Like the yak, like the moose,
Like the trundling beast who moves slowly across
Eggshells.
And crushes a dozen frail faces
At every other step.
I am inelegant, I am unsure.
Every movement of mine screams
'I know nothing!
Please help! Teach me more!'
