Books

It takes a certain kind of security

    to get involved with books –

    a passion to consume fact and fantasy

    and leave behind the experience of

                    reality.

It takes a certain kind of security

        to be willing to escape the present –

        to run away to where dreams are real

        while pretending to be involved,

                to care about

                    the now –

a desperate need to again return to

    the future

        sky,

            time

               and always love

as if the book itself was the ending.

Before reading books I was perfectly content

        being me.

I never thought about how lonely I am.

I never realized the depth of my sadness.

Book now threaten me.

I am now aware of the lies I live.

I no longer find security

        in reading books written by others –

            they must have experienced more

            of life than I can ever

                recollect.

My life lies open like a book

    waiting to be read

        while resting on this lonely shelf.