Pidgeon and Yoghurt

 When did pigeon  

lose its 'd'?  

When did yoghurt  

lose its 'h'?  

Was it ever there,  

or is it all a trick  

of the mind,  

a dance of letters  

that swap and shift  

like shadows on a wall?  

I see words  

that tumble and fall  

like autumn leaves,  

carried by the breeze,  

twisting, turning,  

sometimes blurring  

into a cacophony  

of sounds and symbols,  

fighting for a place  

on the page.  

Dyslexia or not,  

I wonder if it's more  

than letters lost  

or misplaced sounds.  

Is it the world's way  

of telling stories  

in a language  

only some can hear—  

a secret script  

hidden between the lines?  

And I think  

perhaps it's beauty  

to find poetry  

in the chaos,  

to see magic  

in the letters' dance,  

and know that language  

is alive,  

ever-changing,  

and free.  

So let the letters  

rearrange,  

let the pigeons fly  

without their 'd,'  

let the yoghurt  

taste just as sweet  

without its 'h,'  

because in the end  

it's not the letters,  

but the meaning  

that remains.  

- Aspen Greenwood