I lose my mind among stacks of books and
find it amid words.
Ideas circle like cartoon stars
that follow a blow to the head.
But the impact is internal and words
swim before my eyes,
enough minnows to feed a pod of whales
or flocks, and flocks of hungry herons.
Words dart here and there.
Some form patterns.
Others go about their unfathomable ways.
So many books.
Delicious slippery covers beneath my palms.
Paper, some rough and some smooth, meets my fingertips as I
turn pages and corners in my mind.
Black on white, meaningless to some but
sacred to me,
text flows from left to right,
top to bottom.
All pages devoured, I sigh,
sated, and pause before…
seeking more.
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