We are told that we should never turn down
the corners of book pages,
yet I live a good book;
caressing a smooth paragraph,
looking off into the distance,
feeling the words,
gathering in a song, a whisper, a glance,
finding consolation in closure.
A story becomes part of the pieces of me.
Not quite visible though somehow tangible.
Consuming books are the nourishment that fuels the soul,
always left hungry