Books

My pen is hesitating like my eyelids
During a cut-throat political debate.
It's not that I don't care, it's that I can't.
This ball-point pen is forcing itself down on the page
Like the sun kissing a tree and painting its shadow.
I'm molded but I just won't fit and I have to tell you something:
I like books. I like to read.
I especially like your books-- the ones you write
When we're alone and no one is imposing their visual spectrum
On the light beaming from our solitude.
Your words, my eyes, and my sponge-studded mind.
I like the way your ideas swim into my ears like tadpoles.
I like laughing when they rub my brain and make it feel wanted.
I like your information. I want more.
I like to open and close books and make them fly like the seagulls from Plum Island.
I like to ask a question then hear your reassuring answer
Pass through your esophagus like lava
Leaping through the top of a volcano.
-Miranda Freeman