Bookstore promises in whispers
made in my mind to all these stories
bound and stocked
silently sitting on A - Z shelves.
“I will find you, hidden treasure,
I will take you home and love you ”
my grateful prayer for things unseen,
dear sister-friend I have yet to meet;
my soul grumbles loudly like an empty belly.
No map except my senses
Intuition my North Star
I search out that precious page-turner of a jewel.
I am a hungry child playing
hide ’n’ seek
leafing through some junior fiction
not meant for me.
the section label
a lighthouse through the fog
I’m drawn in by the gentle command
white on black
a thin dark spine:
“the day is ready for you”
a hushed “yes!” is my reply.
My hand reaches for a
floral and soft
like sphinx cat skin
when gently pet
I hear words purr from within,
I feel the take-me-with-you tug
Open up, dead middle, random
“close your eyes.
let fear control nothing.”
Brilliant stranger, new-old friend,
soft Saturday surprise
the way two souls can know each other
the way truth speaks louder than lies,
and yet, somehow softer, too, in this.