pondering

jelly ellipsis
or small eyeballs with tiny pupils,
or thought bubbles,
      each containing a full stop
          No! A full beginning
              a drip of ink

After some pondering
    the bubbles burst
        and out come black,
          lithe letters
              forming and reforming a silent wriggling caligraphy

The letters change, as the writing becomes mature.
But it’s still hard to read. French? Maybe.
All you can be sure of : it’s not the kind of writing you’d find in deserts, hot or cold
for the ink would freeze solid or dry out

You have heard of people eating their words?
Sometimes these letters eat each other, as languages do

Grow legs

And then as if climbing off the page
escape out, into the world
   the thoughts have sound, they are not letters anymore
they are each a word
   and they hop!