Last updated on March 6, 2023
the act
of reading
a page
to its bitter-
sweet
end
is a sort
of journey
one takes
within
long or short
there is movement
however slight
one becomes
what one becomes
a traveler …
I love this
there is something
otherworldly
about it
to hold a book
tangible
in one’s hands
and open it up
to a page
and silently read
its written words
absorbing its inner
thoughts
and images
the feeling
of it all
of what it has to say
to convey
interpreted in a myriad of ways
and how
one wrote it
in the solitude of the mind
in ancient times
or present day
yesterday or tomorrow
a writer’s work
remains
within the reader
it is a way
of connecting the past
to the present
and the present
to the past
and back again
into the future
unknown
it is a time-honored-way
of imagining
of creating
of learning
of teaching
of searching
of thinking
of finding
of exploring
the meaning
reading should be
ever as it was intended
a pleasure
a simple pleasure
you make the time
for
in the maze of the day
or the blocks of the night
at any age
at any time
anywhere
it’s there
waiting for your return
I love to read
in my car
it’s quiet there
a room within itself
full of natural light
and dots of rain
and stacks of books
nibbled
or half-bitten
fully digested
it’s where i go
to feel most
like myself
TL