I remember imagining
“A” as a high-pitched roof
with an elevated floor.
I remember thinking roof
and floor were somehow similar —
why the ‘ell would I think that?
That was in the fanciful time of grade one
when school was playtime
letters were shapes,
and I was just learning to “print”
and had no idea
what “print”ing was
or where it all would lead.
Of course, it led here:
to poetry —
something totally
different from “print”ing
but not so far from imagining.
