Once again I love this poem about words. It was so cute. When I read your poem it reminded me of when I was a little girl in SF. I had to go to Japanese School after my daily regular school and learn to write in Japanese. We were taught to write with a brush and black ink on special rice paper. It was a process of artful beauty and intention. Even the way you hold your brush was important and the strokes were meant to be with flow. It was something of an experience as well as a writing task. I smiled at your poem because it quickly reminded me of those days of Japanese brush strokes. You should try it because it can be a meditative experience. Take care! :)