The World is so New When I

The world is so new when I
read the words of those who came before,
with lives spread out over centuries gone,
and I can just imagine them sitting
in the same vastness of feeling,
a place more than fact,
somewhere beyond the stars or distance,
that fits in the palm of your hand,
spilling ink onto a page.
And though they are dead,
old bones, or dust, or rotting,
they make still new universes.

4 thoughts on “The World is so New When I

  1. I love this! Reading, to me,has always been a way of touching other people’s lives. People I would have no other way of knowing. Letting their lives impact mine in deep, amazing ways. Your imagery is beautiful.

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  2. Claire you continue to amaze me with you ability to take what you read or experience and put in print for coming generations to read. I read a lot but I could never express my feelings the way you do.

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