When I was a reader,
spine balanced under palm,
fingers trailing along pages.
words that almost moaned and whispered aloud.
to know the body –
the work at hand,
moving from page to page,
syllable to syllable,
words that almost moaned and whispered aloud,
the whole growth and breadth of song after song,
the rising chorus,
Caroles and chants, hymns to the body,
the trembling page
underneath my roving hands, fingers, eyes….
words that almost moaned, whispered, screamed….
When I was a reader… with eyes to see