From one book to another, I wander restless.
Sifting through words
Stretching my bones
over fables.
Resting sometimes
Fleeing some times.
Gazing in wonder
at ripples on glassy surfaces
Savouring the surprises.
Thirsty always.
Drinking deeply from cool crystal pools
Of your story
And yours
And yours
And yours
Quenched
Briefly
Then parched again
Aching to re-live pain.
Looking for meaning
Always.
