Words are funny.
Intangible,
Wholly empty,
devoid of any meaning except for what we attribute to them.
And yet,
words are the most delicious thing in the world.
There is nothing that cannot be done with them,
no combination that cannot be made with them,
no moment that one cannot apply them to.
They are that most wonderful of things – everything and nothing at the same moment.
They roll around in our minds,
slip to our tongues,
momentarily take root in our mouths
deciding how they will make their final departure –
some dance lightly out,
others catapult at a given target,
some lazily fall wherever they may.
But still others know the exact makeup of atoms in the air moving before them,
and,
with perfect timing,
ride those currents,
encircling the heads of others,
playfully pulling on a nose,
or poking a dimple
before they find their desired destination,
effortlessly gliding into the ear at the precise moment they are able to do the
greatest amount of good.
-April 2011