Sunday, February 6, 2011
Lost in Translation
We don’t understand one another, though we share the
same language. We group our words and hurl them,
like sharpened stones, hoping to penetrate
doors that never open.
Listen, there is wailing behind the wall!
And while some of us are clamoring to get in,
others are screaming to get out.
Even if the gates open
and everyone converges,
each takes his wall with him.
Who hears those silent cries of anguish
behind the fence of fear?
We wage word wars with one another
over differences in perception,
unaware that we are being played.
It’s as if a clever master set the stage
so the actors never know
that even when they shed their roles,
their masks remain.
When the play is over, some applaud;
some thrust insults and say it was a sham.
Most simply walk away, confused.
What happened here? What was it all about?
Inside the wall, or out,
alone or together, voices mingle, clash,
forever caught in the net of time
we choke on unsaid words.
And even when a thing is known,
absorbed, and carried in one’s bones…
millions more still question
the truth of it.
Observers will be criticized for not acting,
actors condemned for continuing the charade,
the audience is never satisfied …
and the trickster just laughs.