This year

this year
life's storm
tossed me
ashore
in strange lands
where the natives
apparently
did not speak
my language.
the uttered
sounds
I interpreted
mistakenly
for lack
of explanation
or suitable dictionary.

I tried
to use
the language
of my heart,
but
not everybody
speaks the same
language
with that
organ.

after having
failed
several
language diplomas
this year,
I sit down,
hark back to
what has been said,
the silences
in between

and try to
finally
translate
what it was
all about.