I was a listener,
a kindergartener impatient to know
what the bigger kids knew,
to understand the lines and squiggles
they used .
The teacher stands at the blackboard,
chalk in hand,
and begins to draw lines, shapes and say sounds.
She is mysterious and magical --
the marks she makes,
I want to make, too.
She shows me how to form the letters,
join letters to make words,
The universe unlocked in dusty white on black.
She knows a writer isn't supposed to have favorites, but Pam Jessen must confess to a preference
for loopy Ls and Es, gangling Gs, and sinuous Ss.