Everything familiar
Once started
As something foreign.

We nibble at
The unknown,
Chew and digest
Each tiny bite.

And gradually the taste
Of something strange
Or unpalatable
Becomes something
That we crave.

There was a time
When the things
That you love most
Were cryptic
And befuddling.
Can you remember?

Take a moment
To be grateful
To the ones
Who packaged experience
Into delectable parcels
Teasing us with the promise
Of bigger mysteries.

Reading choice fragments
Is not the same
As communing
With the original,
But beginners have to
Start somewhere.
And we are all beginners,
Peering through the doors
Of others’ curiosity and pleasure.

Note: I learned this word today and thought it was beautiful, so I decided to write a poem about it.

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