And

This is a poem about my favorite word. It’s only three letters, but is a word that carries ample potential and possibility. It is often used after a complete thought with the intention of adding more to the sentence. “And” never begins or ends a sentence when used as a conjunction. It is neither the genesis, nor the conclusion– always a bridge from one thought to another. In my opinion, this word is the unsung hero of the English language.

This may be the most strictly biographical poem in the book, as I find that the continuity associated with the word “and” could be frequently applied to my own life. Whenever a thought seemed to be completed, the sentence continued.