crowded room

the crowded room was one of my favorite place in the whole wide world and with a book ....its where everything just goes on as it is with no one stopping you in mid air . it's also a place to be yourself and you forget everything just for awhile ..



it starts with a book in hand , a glass of soda and cookies and milk for much , much later and even during Christmas .. we go on .. with eyes wide open .. others may see but they can never touch ..


we stand , together , being pushed together in a tight spot.. then, there is space for movement .. we stand in a row ..we walk... hand in hand with the one we love and trust .. everything will be fine ..


we get to another spot on top of a hill ..looking down with huge eyes , on a hill up in the sky where the faraway is .. with a book in hand , we walk ...


stop!!!!!!!! we come to a stop .. why are we stopping ? we seem to ask one another .. walk on .. with a book in hand , we forge on.. lane ..

a narrow lane , we can't go through .. even with a book in hand .. throw it all.. throw the books away ..

we throw them away ..the sky breaks blue hues ..we look to the heavens .. we see doves , doves come to save us ... raise your hands ....we raise our hands , the doves fly over us, low enough to swoop us to eternity ...