I like this word,
not how it sounds, especially,
it’s impossible to pronounce,
for me at least,
and my spelling of it
never comes out right.
 
The meaning is what grabs me,
holds me spellbound—
just the thought that it’s possible
not to judge experiences
as good or bad,
joyful or causing pain.
 
Once, I searched my brain
for days trying to remember
this term, wanting to put it to use,
but it had been temporarily erased
from my mind’s hard drive.
 
When it showed its face on a page,
I was delighted to encounter the forgotten term;
of course, this occurred after
reaching an equanimous state
regarding whether I ever found it again.


© by Carolyn Chilton Casas.
Used with the author’s permission.