My Name

Yesterday my name was part of a language I did not know-
unknowable, indescribable, indifferent

Today I know no boundaries of sound or thought
Syllables rolling off tongues of fire and ice
Resounding claps of thunder
on a rainy day.

Tomorrow my name becomes immeasurable
consumed by sounds made not by voices
but gratitude
Sounds of a wood coming to life
after a storm.

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