As I made my way through the jungle
of heavy alphabets in raised ink
I let my finger linger for a moment over the stains
asking myself to recall if I had uttered them before.
Above them I saw my heroes had come
And artlessly I felt the corners of my mouth
lift to form an unrehearsed, knowing smile.
These graphite scribbles have souls
above the weighty terminologies in bold;
some in foreign shorthand, some in the common tongue
saving me hours of lexicon time.
Whatever your name, I appreciate your charity
although you probably had not meant it
but it made me beam to myself all the same.
I thought of all those hands who’ve picked up
the same volume as I
and who’ve hovered o’er the same passages
and felt the same way at the climaxes
as did I
I wonder, and I couldn’t help but wonder
if one of them had been