Reason

The Catcher in the Rye

We read for a reason,
Not just to pass the time.
Those seconds are offered up.
Every chapter a simple ritual renewed.

In the small hours those moments return,
Leaked out in the thickened silence.
Sparking and strange they settle in familiar neurons.
To set your eyes glowing like Halloween lanterns.

Letting the world be made over,
That inverse magic allowing the mundane to transfix.
Some sense of potential hanging tangible in the air.
Allowing even a stray umbrella the potential for brilliance.

We read for a reason,
For the few mythic pause after we set the book down.

more by THOMAS W. EVANS

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