Words fly from your mouth like curious birds
or drift, like seeds, on a late summer’s day.
How rich your lexicon is! Language learning
is encrypted – a secular miracle.
You do a cherubic ‘Twinkle, Twinkle,
Little Star’ – and a thrash metal version!
You know your first and surname – sound them clear
as for a roll-call, announcing your
determined, fragile independence.
“What’s dat?”, “Why?” You are avid for knowledge,
understanding. Someone says,