The Sun-shower of Words

With the sun each morning comes a shower

Of words to fill the Earth. And those who

Choose to speak early have their pick of the

Crop. The tacit must wait and feed latter

On what remains. It’s sort of the “Early Bird”

Axiom only that words are more palatable to

Humans than are worms. Now here is some-

Thing odd and rarely considered by those of

Us who rise early—How does the sun know

Which language to correctly assign from all

Those words beamed down to us at the dawn-

Ing of each and every day? Swedes always

Get their Swedish, French receive “Parlez-vous

Francais?” appropriately, Italians get a heaping

Dose of “buongiorno” to greet their neighbors

Properly in the morning. The sun has been per-

Forming this sort of thing long enough to know

That English goes to Americans, Canadians, the

Brits, the Aussies, New Zealanders and such.

I am truly amazed with the profuse deluge of

Words which overwhelm my sensibilities each

Day. It’s a wonder I can select the proper text

To convey my message in the first place. I try,

But at times I fail. It makes perfect sense to me

That due to the meager pickings which remain

At the end of day, those who work through the

Night or they who cannot sleep have far fewer

Words left to say. Now, here’s the reasoning on

Which I predicate my theory of words which

Shower the Earth every day. I am baffled to

Have captured the word “baffled” today, for

Yesterday, whether in its past or present tense,

“Baffled” never even entered the vocabulary

Of words which currently permeate my brain.

Words, I bask in the sun-shower of their light
Each and every day.

Chris Hanch 3-10-17