What the Books Know
The processed trees remember that they were once trees
When their pages are touched they remember
It was another time altogether
There was sun and water
and a sense of gathering the self up to climb
The books are trees
that have crawled inside
since they can never go back to the woods
In looking for the light
they find you
Beautiful, Hannah!
ReplyDeleteI can feel the book enlightened by touch, and the tree gathering itself. So beautiful!
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