Of course we all know that “butterfly,”

Was a child’s mispronunciation of “flutter by,”

But what am I?

How is it that I cannot know?

Can the eye see itself?

Can the ear hear its own inner work?

Something’s amiss if they do.

What are you?

I call myself “inclined,”

But is that a childish, pidgin way

To say “Divine?”

In a child-like innocent way,

I’ve let you go.

I call out after you.

“What did you say your name was?”

But you can rest assured,

In the spirit of purest humility,

I’ll mispronounce it.

“What did you say, again?

Is it, ‘Wubbwee?’”

-jenn