Keep Moving

Like migrants using skulls to step
Cautiously across a stream, words

And phrases, symbols and ideas,
Ford treacherous generations

Of unstable, floating humans
To keep moving through the landscape

Of the years. Where are they going?
Past which border will they be safe?

Many words have been traveling
Since before thoughts could be captured

In stone or ink, and still aren’t safe.
There’s no sign of haven for signs.