Something

“Something,” a compound word, wondering why, back in the early days, I enjoyed it so, until “serendipity” came along. The “knock-knock,” “who’s there?” “Surprise!” The knockout of my voice, the showering of my dishes, the blending of daiquiris and splendiferous guests. Then the more potent, poetic delight of “plenipotentiary,” the dictionary, the thesaurus - better than the yellow pages and Sears Christmas catalog. No, the catalog was cool! I miss it - my first babbling; I wonder what sound first caught my attention at my mother’s knee… It must have been something.