Babel and Babylon

Once upon a tower in Babylon,
few understood what another said,
as another and another lost the thread,
as others yet babbled on
through the night and fog-throttled dawn.
And so you turned and walked away,
having nothing else to say
to anyone of the mystery in the moment
that might have been
once upon
the hopes and dreams of so much that’s come
and all that’s gone.
Man climbs a wall and sits across the top,
and then looks out
and then looks down,
as he makes his way
back to solid ground.
And then he climbs another wall,
whose rough edges take their tough toll,
And once again looks out over all,
pauses,
and then again climbs down.
After many, many, many walls,
many looks and echoed canyon calls,
He puts his shoe
where the stone fell through,
And then, at last, he falls.
At the bottom of the wall
lies a lake
and at the bottom of the lake
Love lies awake.
It cannot be drowned
but Man loves not deep water,
until he hears the laughter
on the altar
of the lips of dolphins.