It’s the first word…in the first place

That’s framed inside your head,

That defines you…says who you are

If in a word, you could be said…


If your essence and your being

Could truly match a certain note,

If you rhymed it and you sang it

And became the song you wrote…


If your fiber could translate

To a certain shade or hue

And your color matched the sunset

Could this possibly be true?


If your life breath and your heartbeat

Could mingle with the wind,

Tell me, what would you say to Life?

And where would you begin?


Imprimus* Latin: in the first place


Sharon Frye