Begin again

I found a book at Logan Airport.  It was number 18 on the best seller list.  I have not been paying attention to best sellers in recent years.  They are too often a disappointment.  Research shows this Logan Airport book has been on the best seller list for over  a year.  Really?  The title caught me: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs.  How could I not reel it in and at least look into its eyes?  It reminds me of the time I discovered The Very Persistent Gappers of Frip by George Saunders (years ago now) and bought a number of the books when they went on remainder.  I gave them out as Christmas gifts that year.  One, maybe two, of the recipients was as enchanted as I was.  It seems to be the way with books.  Best seller lists are often not the best source for me.  Until, of course, they are.

There was a time

I read new fiction

Voraciously.

Even in college,

Translating Homer,

I fit new books

Between those pages,

Gobbled new authors

To find the few

Who spoke to my whimsy,

Turned the world

Upside down

Inside out;

Authors who said

Think of it

This way

That way

Practice a headstand

While reading.

Don*t go to sleep

Until you find the end,

Begin again.

Fly cast

For books.

Pull them in,

Look fully into their eyes,

Let them go.

Begin again.

Always

Begin again.