I

[novapsyche]

I sat down tonight
and read I.
I wanted to start somewhere short;
I hadn't realized how long I would be.
Iamb, the first true word,
from the Greek iambos.
On through bright iceblink, and then fishy ictus,
a smile at idioplasma.

Then dear appreciation
for the English language,
just some ways down.
Imbricate. A solid cascade.
A gown of infinite folds.