Shining Spirit

I woke this morning with a
head full of words.
They tumbled around in the dim
light of my brain, trying to
line up in neat rows of thought,
impatient with cloudy
consciousness.

A verb pushed his way to the head
of the line but was soon escorted
to his proper place by two
determined nouns.  Pronouns
scurried back and forth, unsure
of his or her place while adverbs
and adjectives loudly debated
whether it was appropriate
to be subject or predicate.

Words can be so annoying in the
early morning when coherent thought is
sleeping late.  Words are powerhouses
and without the companionship
of reason or compassion
they can do more harm
than good.
I once heard about a bunch of
thoughtless words that caused
an argument that led to a fight
that started a war.
Imagine that.
Words starting a war.

I have a vague waking memory
of a whispered conversation between
a sly verb and an easily influenced adjective.
“What kind of world shall we create today?”
That worries me because without
understanding and mutual concern
in the conversation, who knows what
words might do?