|Book bench @ Square Gabriel Pierné @ Paris, photo by Guilhem Vellut|
This week I read three books—
one in my hand, one on a computer
and one read to me from a disc—
the words from each spilled into me
and I guzzled, I admit,
dousing in what is not mine
dousing for the divine
meeting among us
the authors and me
in place and time.
I forget books
in busy days and media frenzy
in exercise and step counting
in friends' visits and phone calls, but
they wait—secular grails
on old shelves and in new machines,
everywhere fingers and eyes pause—wait
to enliven souls with
formulae that come alive when
books open and spill.
For Sumana's prompt
“A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread—and Thou”
— Omar Khayyam
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