What A Morning Greeting Poem by Bill Galvin

When my brain gets strained on one side or the other
Sometimes a game of online Scrabble
Will keep the neurons flexing
And the memory of words alive
And certainly, don't let the vocabulary rust.

So, I'm playing this bright morning as a delay…
I worked late into the night
And just didn't want yet to begin my day.
I play against the robot and the computer delivers my first tiles
And as the seven letters drop into my tray,
It appears right away to my brain there's a word in play…
With a couple of letter-shifts there it sits in front of me…

"Namaste"

Now that's a word the game's dictionary won't accept.
It's too new to the old game,
Too foreign a concept.
So, I couldn't play it for the fifty-point bonus for a 7-letter play,
But, hey… namaste… first word of the day…
I can live with that.

I closed and quit the game before it even started
And went onward with my day…
Will move onto something more meaningful
With the sun shining out there, indoors is no place to stay anyway.
Not when even the computer you begin to dawdle on
Is telling you, get on with it,
Spread some of that good vibration…

"Namaste".