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I started out like you


only vowels and consonants
in an unruly chaos
I was a spirit crying out
only for love


I began slowly, adding
vocabulary, one word at a time
didn’t particularly
like reading
my spelling was teriible


One day I noticed
my bones were words
then it occurred to me
my heart was made
up of chambers


and in those chambers
laid books and letters
soon everything clung
to a frame of language


even the chair I sat upon
had four words
holding it up


I held so many letters,
words spilled out
I stood helpless


Sentences held me tight
zzzz’s kissed me goodnight


I was a body
of knowledge
some found in books
some found on the street


yet
no one could read me


– September 29, 2001 | alameda

 

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