Dinesh

Dinesh

Posted on 08/20/2013


Photo taken on May 29, 2010


See also...


Keywords

Michael Chitwood:


Authorizations, license

Visible by: Everyone
All rights reserved

34 visits

The Ladder

The Ladder
He worked for years on the tablet
Deciphering the pictographs. He knew
It was a kind of language, those images
An eye, a bird, may be a crow,
A basket of wheat, a ladder.
Did the order of images matter?
He cross referenced similar texts.
He studied many hours in the tablet’s service.
In a cousin language, a ladder
Was the word for happiness, to rise up,
To be lifted above the ordinary.
After years of work he sorted it out.
It was poetry, bad poetry adolescent.
It read: “Today, I am happy,
Happy all this day, today.”

“The Ladder” ~ Michael Chitwood

Comments