Poetry Perhaps
Maybe our first words were primitive poetry
Grunts and growls; sighs, whimpers, and coos
Emotions and intentions expressed unadorned
Without syntax or clutter but abundantly rich with meaning
Straight-to-the-heart notions and messages
Binding us to one another
Through sounds and quiet spaces between sparse words
Specific to our species
Now we are overwhelmed by the cacophony of multitudinous words
Like the discordant clanging of a thousand bells