I like commas.
They add the perfect amount of drama
to any sentence —
any paragraph,
any line or limerick.
The perfect amount of punch.
The right dramatic pause.
Exactly the right quantity of
"hold it right there, mister..."
I like commas because they aren’t obtrusive.
They don’t overextend their stay.
They come gently,
often at the right time —
right when you’re looking to take your next breath.
And with that dramatic, commatic pause,
you let out a deep, drawn-out sigh
of earthshaking relief.
And you live to read another line.