Tuesday, November 29, 2005
It's the last week for the November theme of "exploration of identity". This week I wanted to show my love of books. I don't ever remember not knowing how to read and I don't ever remember it not being a major part of my life.
When I Read
When I read, I slip outside myself.
The world-that-is dissolves and I can be
anyone
anywhere
anytime.
When I read, I can meet people long turned to dust
and people who never existed outside a writer's mind.
When I read, I can slay vampires
or love them.
When I read, I can sail on the Titanic
and come safely home again.
When I read, I can see into the minds
of poets, killers, lovers, leaders, followers,
artists, explorers, visionaries, fools.
When I read, I can climb a great pyramid
or see what lies inside.
When I read, I can solve crimes, scale mountains,
taste glory, ride on a dragon's back.
When I read, I can imagine another road traveled;
another life lived.
When I read, I can soar to infinite other worlds
and never spill my coffee.
Well...almost never.
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