My Ziggurat
I have a thousand
books that I need
to read – & a thou’
more that need to
be boxed & left at
a charity shop [all
high word-pilings
& quiet spines] – a
a stack of starteds
[bookmarks meet
lines to revisit] – I
juggle a dozen-ish
plots & theorems –
my Tower of Babel
yet to teeter by His
hand [I have yet to
read His Bible] – In
my county library I
pull at novels from
numbered places –
to be a rare visitor –
to sit with my stack
of acquired – I cheat
with audio books &
film-adaptations – I
return to my prints –
my hardback ladder
of ink-ish narratives