Let me undress
The most beautiful word.
Rel. uh. Vent.
A fast beginning.
A rolling start.
A quick, selfish scream from “L”
Who wants her name in before the word-show ends.
Impatient little “L.” So much word left.
Her selfishness slides the middle part
Into an uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
.01 second of chaos.
So low! So unexpected!
But right. It seems right to be so low.
And before confusion can set in—
like a gust of wind, our hero!
A sharp, crisp “T”.
Leaving a meaning full echoe
In the cave of the right mouth.
The cavern of the right ear.
Our Speaker says
“I AM RELEVANT”
And world and word are the same.
Such a rush!
A pause hovers in the air
It could almost be imagined
For saying relevant
Is as much a commitment as it is
For, is that not our lives work?
At the raw core of it all?
To feel relevant?
WE ARE LITERALLY RELEVANT ALREADY.
We are rolling, hopeful, poetic beginnings,
We, like L, etch our identity into our projects
Having to undergo the long uuhhhs,
To reach the crisp clarity of achievement.
And the chaos!
Of speaking a complex world through a simple word
Relevant is the most beautiful word in the world