Poem About That

Enough of this. I never
Could be capable of that,
The dream of staying alert
To exact experience
On the right hand, the exact
Right word on the other. Peace
Would mean I am possible

As an observer of this
And an instrument of words.
I am impossible. Words
Fail me every time I try
To pass their tests. Salmon run
Along home. The sweet words sing

To what whispers by the lake.