B as in book

A lonely book on a forgotten bookshelf speaks to us.

B as in book


I sit on a hard wood plank,
My spine facing empty aisles.
Between A and C, you’ll find me,
Longing to be held.

I am silent (if nothing else).
I only speak when opened,
And then softly, in a hush, heard
behind the eyes, between the ears.

O, can you hear me now?
I sit lonely on this shelf.
Please look at me, please pick me up.
Please listen while I talk!


Kåre Enga

Catalogue number: [162.183]
10 juni 2005