Standing at attention
like the yogic mountain pose
spine straight, almost defiant.
Front and back cover
pages pressed firmly,
bound at the seams,
curbing lurking disarray from
free-floating in the wind.
On the outside, solid and steady,
a sliver of statistics
fitting in a curve, drawing in, pushing off.
Eliciting intrigue or a scoff.
On the inside, fever and frenzy,
a spectrum of spirits, a salmagundi of stories,
storming hearts, drawing tears,
stretching minds, igniting souls.
Are we not all a little bit like a book?
Pining for perusal
craving to be cradled
aching for acceptance.
Each, a volume speaking volumes,
resonating and falling flat,
sacred and banned,
prized and junk,
truth and fiction,
humor and tragedy,
neither but both,
dog-eared and pristine
and everything in between.
Every last one, a limited edition.
Linking to Magpie Tales for the first time
and to One Shot Wednesday.