It Was Always Ever Just a Beginning
Vol. XXVI, no. 2
Mary Ann Samyn
Underneath the day's la-la, a hummingbird.
One of my most accurate teachers has been
the scientific method: beloved validation.
So do I count this poem among my greatest feats?
Too soon to say, but I am proudly efficient.
Inside the recognition: a cog, a breakthrough,
the hoped-for sweetness.
Something flashes blue-green at the corner
of my love. Something dips.
"This is not a standardized test
but a checklist for self-evaluation."
If I improve upon it, do I get more money?
If I stand still, will you stroke my hair?
How I felt about it was how it happened.
"You're special" was the day's theme.
Between standard deviation and birdsong...
a vista I could get behind.