and pages to be turned
on sunny mornings
and overcast afternoons
in crowded cafes
on well-worn couches
in waiting room chairs
and subway trains
from one place
to another,
holding our fleeting attention.
there is always time to be passed
filling our hands with anything we can hold
occupying days only to move to the next
in haste, without concern for
all the books that will go unread.
there will always be more coffee
than there are moments to sip it,
and never quite enough time to turn all the pages
taking up space between our fingers.
Taking It All In 