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So, in honour of my recent resolution to write every day... A poem! This one's been stewing for about two days. And it's for sixth_light in honour of the french, and for Dymocks bookstore in honour of the armchairs. (h)



meditations in whitcoulls

i

walking through a bookshop
is walking through the world enbound.

caught between the pages
are a thousand infinities
whispering to each other.

i can hear them and my heart leaps;
it seems to me that the world
is just around the corner
at the opening of a page.

ii

In the Children's Section
I
am
surprised

by

heartache.

In the rows of the familiar
the painfully nostalgic
I can put my fingers on my childhood;

The part that hurts is:
there are new books in between the old
And I
will
never
read
them.

I'm too old for that now.

iii

Science fiction/fantasy
that's my patch.

I grin back at the familiar hardbacks,
cataloging in my head:
yes, yes, no, love that, want that,

when's the next Pratchett coming out?

iv

I have never been fond of nonfiction.
Only suitably fantastical biographies really suit.
But I'm wandering the unfamiliar aisles
in search of a French/English dictionary
madame j'ai perdu ma route... ou sont les dictionnaires s'il vous plait?

v

I love bookshops.