Because it’s real.  Read a line
of Donne or a proverb just after midnight
and tell me it isn’t all true.

Someday, someone
will discover the chemical
composition of the dust that makes the magic.
Show us how the words turn
page after page
and don’t fall off.
How they leap with no hint of motion
into our chests and scuttled brains.

Maybe it will be you.

© 2009 Andrew Kooman