Down into the wilderness , one feels
Less tongue-tied as our words shake
The wild bushes as if they are lizards.
Feelings are lizards less tongue-tied
And they stick out tongues in open.
In wilderness we are all tongue-open.
Words fly in the wilderness at a sky,
That hangs precariously on all of us.
We and lizards feel less tongue-tied.
Back in homes we are tongue-tied
In holes of space, unlike bush lizards
Under a precariously hanging sky.
In a wilderness we stick out words
Like bush lizard sticks out tongue
To catch its meanings at random.