September, 19

today, thoughts of learning to write
but why, it is so much easier now
catching flotsam and jetsam as it rises

my mind wanders into other lives
so do I "need" to read?
it seems so, curiously so

open the book
letters line up waiting
happy to be gazed upon

turn the page
and abundance continues
never ending other worlds exist

and if only I gaze upon my own life
shall I be happy as a literary voyeur
hmmm, I think not yet