read all about it
Especially in the afternoon when light slants
through the window, grazing her cheek on its way to the page.
For a woman who appreciates that kind of light for reading.
Especially in mornings, when coffee makers groan.
When everyone else is still climbing, still hand-over-handing their way
up from dreams.
For the book
that fell into the bath
and was fished out — quickly.
For the line
that swam before her as she fell
asleep.
In stolen time:
the check-out line,
the way to work.
In fits and starts of traffic,
in the press
of bodies.
Especially
for anyone who’s ever missed her stop.
For anyone who’s laughed out loud while reading
in a restaurant.
Or ever thought of writing
to a stranger:
You told my story.
How did you know?
Especially for a teenage girl whose touch
turns bookmarks into ash.
And so she uses rubber bands,
a roll of tape,
a stray sock,
a receipt,
or my book
to hold her place open.
Who won’t
come to supper till she finishes her page.
For a grandmother I know
about, who stirred with a book in one hand.
For everyone stirring
with words in their hands.
For anyone who’s ever grasped a book in two hands.
Hold your breath, and crack it open.
For books that have burned to be written.
Books thrown into the fire
because supper wasn’t ready, or her chores had not been done.
For anyone who’s ever had anyone tell her:
All that reading makes you think too much.
Especially when the leaves against the window
are a chorus from another time.
When evening comes, a woman stretches one curved arm to reach
the light behind her.
She is reading while the birds take roost, and punctuate
the branches.
Reading till her book is finished.
Reading like a girl.
📖
~Sue MacLeod
I didn’t intend to eat my
Chocolatini Godiva Truffle
until the very last.
It was my shooting star.
my most special to look forward to.
my magic bullet.
my favorite.
Intented for the ending of the box celebration.
saved
cherished
savored
but then I finished my book!
I finished reading
The Night Circus
and my chocolatini was the closest thing
I could find to a chocolate mouse…
and so, I had to eat it!
to celebrate!!!
What a cool book!
Reading is my life,
books my passion,
the smell of old libraries one of my favorites.
Yet, I have not read a novel for a long time…
have not found one that captured me in years…
until now.
No hesitation with my truffle choice today,
it was the best show of respect
and gratitude I could give.
The circus arrives without warning…
the circus of dreams…
and we are swept away by the very taste of it…
📚
AL
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