Maybe I shouldn’t read
right now,
but books are one of the only escapes
I have –
Hiatus from the blue shadows
of life’s ups and downs.
They’re the thing
that allow me to lose
all awareness of the world
outside my mind
if only for just
a moment.
The universe inside
a home away [from home].
Books are my
down by the oceanfront,
watching the waves
carry my thoughts away;
Justification for the tears
I cry for the world
but don’t want
them to see.
They are the passport
to the places
I can’t freely travel.
Books help
feed the wanton need
to be someplace
other than
here.
Kayfucius 