Little Sticks

I like the words. We all have them.

Yet, we use them so differently.

Some flow beautifully from mouths,

While others need to write them.

They can be stretched, measured for intent,

Delivered with impact, or even severity, and all

Each of them is, are tiny little sticks. Sticks bent,

And curled; all lined up nicely to make meaning of

Our thoughts so others might also engage in our curiosities.