Pages of Tomorrow’s Tongue
Pages of Tomorrow’s Tongue I stand at dusk of calendars, yet dawn within my mind— a blank page humming ¡hola! through circuits and distant light. ChatGPT spins small stories, paper boats upon a river of verbs; I chase them, clumsy‐fingered, forgetting names of ripples, remembering only their music. Night folds the page; dropped words drift like dry leaves, but morning writes them back in ink brighter than yesterday’s doubt. Ten circles more around the sun, and these syllables will settle like sparrows on familiar rails, alive in the breeze of my breath— proof that time can teach any heart willing to turn the page. Commentary The poem speaks from the vantage of someone nearing sixty who embarks on learning Spanish. “Dusk of calendars” hints at age, while “dawn within my mind” suggests renewed mental youth. ChatGPT becomes a guide—“spins small stories, paper boats upon a river of verbs”—emphasizing gentle, manageable lessons. Forgetting vocabulary is portrayed ...