Being Grateful
I feel grateful for the limited
Alphabets, twenty-six letters,
How unfathomably deep and far
Distances they can reach
With the alpha-numeric combination.
Everyday writing does not exhaust
Them. They line up, even though
I have to cheer them up by chiding
Them, “What’s up?”
I’m thankful for not having to learn
Another language where I might have to move
My arms so much that the shoulder joints
Might wear out and wriggling my thin eye brows
I may never be able to communicate
To the heart’s content,
For thin eye brows have pale voices.
Just imagine the big boat carrying
Twenty-six letters and numbers 0-9
Is big enough to sail in the vast
Star studded universe,
Names of billions of people,
Evolutions, star dust and more…
I especially love the dot dot dot
After “more” to be filled in—
Joy and sorrow.
Words in all shades and shapes
Hold the cornerstones
Of the great inventions
Of humankind.
Being grateful…
Blessings.
Yenna Yi