To A Friend

Translate me
Make my words
My speech my thoughts
My being
Exist outside of me and my language
Turn me into meaning
Distill me, drain me
And say if I must be louder

You do not mind
Playing catch with yarn or
String thrown back and forth
Even when the net we weave
I take and use
To catch poems

I'm sorry I left you then
But look
I caught you a nice one.
Its yours
Excuse me
If I mumbled it.