The Illusion
I just finished reading a book that was so good it is hard to let it go. The story was engaging, the style of prose elegant and there was a quiet depth to it, like a still pond with apple petals floating on top. I feel that reading it has subtly changed my interior narrative voice.
The cover is closed for the last time
pages set in perfect alignment once more
I return it slowly to the shelf
Feel it slide home between its fellows
square up the corners with a reluctant finger,
a small gesture of respect.
I feel the ache of departure
of a companion and kind spirit
and remind myself that no story is ever completely finished.
Tracy Meisky is a poet, writer, singer, songwriter and all-around boat rocker from way back. Feel free to look around, but if you break it, you bought it.
Sounds a lot like how I felt when I finished Harry Potter 7 🙂