I am one of the game,
which was given the name of chess.
Think,
you are observing the newest
attraction at the store along the block.
The pieces,
oh you can see your reflection,
for they are polished to the tip.
The joy it brings upon ones' face,
to place it on the dinning table.

Kings,
Queens.
Bishops.
You carefully push aside,
the box's front.
The pieces sprawled out,
your fingers discovering new textures
of each piece.

A single pause,
as you lift something small from.
Not just one,
several.
But none have the same glimmer,
as the more powerful pieces.
For,
I am one of those pieces.

You organize the board.
Your board.
The pieces aligned,
no error.
Which piece shall we begin with?
The queen?
Oh she can go anywhere!
As far as she pleases!
Oh,
but that is much too simple.
She has freedom.
Much great control.
The bishop?
Oh no,
not quite.
You must first,
move through those several small pieces.
The easiest.
Not quite useful.
But indeed,
you will first move..
the pawn.

You pride that pawn.
Moving it one square.
Then another.
One more.
Hmm..
Now it is not blocking yet another piece..
A powerful,
beautiful new piece.
For,
you have gotten your use from that pawn.
It can go.
So,
you let it go.

I am the pawn.
The easiest.
Not quite useful.
But indeed,
you will first move..
the pawn.