READING ME

You would have enjoyed this new book,

you loved the novelist,

her marvellous care for details,

her scrupulous meandering

in all our nooks and crannies

with the vast breeze of her shores.

 

In the silence, the words I read

are loud inside me,

the story enfolds and flows, you know

I myself am a story too, this story,

what else for you would I be?

For you who are in the air I breathe.

My fingers leaf page after page,

in the silence of the words

you are reading me.