No Idea
She had no idea
that merely sitting
with a book in her hands
on the bench
outside the shop
where records were sold
would be her invitation
to go elsewhere
along a way that she could
neither walk nor run—
as if she were a letter
dropped in a mailbox
sorted by a hundred hands
until at last she
reached her destination
slipped through a narrow
slot in her
lover’s front door, and
announced her presence.
Posted on June 29, 2015, in poetry, Sunday's Whirligig, The Poetry Pantry and tagged book, elsewhere, hands, idea, letter, mailbox, records, run, shop, sitting, walk, way. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.
Magical Mystical Teacher 
Powerful write!
I love this one. The magic of a book is a wondrous thing.
It surely is! As Emily Dickinson wrote so long ago: “There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away…”
On Mon, Jun 29, 2015 at 11:57 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:
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Indeed! I enjoyed this! I hope you are enjoying your respite!
Intriguing write … one never knows where a book will lead one.
This is a cool perspective! Original!
I also really loved the visions this conjured for me as books have always been transforming!
“as if she were a letter….sorted by a hundred hands until at last she reached her destination”—I love this imagery. Very vivid and emotionally evocative.
very much visual…a lovely poem…
This is powerful.. a book is the best way to travel.. Imagination is everything I think.
Oooh, yes, I like this!!
Book – they can make us do many do and go to different places.. Nice one
Loved this. Slipping through the letter slot in the door is a nice touch. Very creative.