Learning a language, Is like doing a jigsaw puzzle Of a million pieces
With a picture that keeps changing.
It's like getting lost in a foreign city without a map.
It's like playing tennis without a ball, like being an ant in a field of grasshoppers.
It's like being an acrobat with a broken leg, An actor without a script, A carpenter without a saw, A storyteller without a middle or an end.
But then gradually It's like being out in the early morning with the mists lifting.
It's like a chink of light under a door, like finding the glove you were looking for, Catching the train you thought you were going to miss, Getting an unlooked-for present, Exchanging a smile.
And then one day it's like riding a bicycle very fast downhill.
Poem by Olivia McMahon.