“Language Barrier”

I sit on the edge of the world, feet dangling like a child’s on a slightly-too-tall chair. 

Today the wind is a messenger, but her words are lost on me. 

The sun beats down on my face, I stare through glass at things the world has made.

I rewind time, remove the tampering of man, and watch the world anew. It’s serene, but the breeze still blows the same.

I’m writing from a place where my words don’t work as well as I’d want, but exit my lips nonetheless. 

If only I could read the lips of the wind, perhaps they have some knowledge they’re looking to impart. 

It leaves me to wonder: will I ever know? Or even should I?