From Within A Book
Day and night is the same here, unopened.
Holding my breath I hear footsteps stopping.
A release of pressure, someone’s been chosen
But not me -- my shoulders relax.
The pressure returns, my comrade replaced.
A tapping on my spine, then, hesitance – silence.
Gripped at the head I fall backwards, and spun ‘round
Exult at being held.
Years since feeling fingers on the back of my jacket
…They are there now. I shine upward.
Being of interest is to be yanked apart in the middle
-- So I am. No, do not, dear eyes, take me out of context, so!
But this is the process. I am elevated, up, up, leaves fluttering
Hoping to not be re-shelved.
Darkness returns and the footsteps resume
But now I am swinging along with them.
God, may I not be tossed aside and forgotten.
Compel this reader, this one, to begin at the start.
-- Let me reveal to them all that I know.
© Ciprianowords 2021
