Naming Poem by Gillian Commerford

We name
we define
we draw a line

We speak of day and night
we speak of dark and light

We talk of you
we talk of me
we separate the fruit from the tree

We subtract, we divide
we praise, we deride
we think of death and suicide
we are humbled in our pride

In naming
in framing
each word
we create a world which is absurd
in which words have more meaning
than the things they describe-
I find more reality in dreaming

The real for me
is what I feel
Without words
God for me is real
because felt in every breath-
naming anything is the beginning of its death.