Yeah, you are. Even when you’re not feeling it.
Because, you think, wonder is such a big word.
Like awe. And awesome is so overused.
How could you be a wonder?
Because you think and speculate curiously,
because you want to know.
Because you’re filled with admiration, awash
in amazement as—guess what?—we are
As when looking at, say, the Grand Canyon.
You are no less grand, majestic, splendid,
part of it all. Truly.
As am I. As is he or she or they. Magnificent,
actually. A marvel of a human, each of us,
full of wonder (and write this down),