Help! There's smoke in the house.
Help me carry in these groceries.
Help is on the way.

I cannot help but wonder
at the wonder of words,
their pliability. Are they lonely
in the dictionary, caged
in tidy multi-meaning boxes
we call entries. Yet,
no entry speaks its name,
no pen invites the word out
for lunch or coffee. Poor, lonely
little word, it needs voices
and a moment's rapt attention.