Lovely

26 Mar

The Ladder

He worked for years on the tablet,

deciphering the pictographs.  He knew

it was a kind of language, those images.

An eye.  A bird, maybe a crow.

A basket of wheat, a ladder.

Did the order of these images matter?

He cross-referenced similar texts.

He studied the history of the region

and satisfied many hours in the tablet’s service.

In a cousin language, a ladder

was the word for happiness, to rise up,

to be lifted out of the ordinary.

After years of work, he sorted it out.

It was poetry, bad poetry, adolescent.

It read: “Today I am happy,

happy all this day, today.”

–Michael Chitwood

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2 Responses to “Lovely”

  1. Dad March 27, 2010 at 5:08 am #

    Yep, a nice poem–a good reminder. Be thankful for, among other things, no broken arm or other bones (I hope). Risky business, skating….I’d wait a bit on the backward
    maneuver….

  2. brightenthecorner March 27, 2010 at 2:08 pm #

    I will wait until the birthday party – tomorrow evening – to trythe backward maneuver. that way, I will have frineds present to call an ambulance should the need arise.

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