The Troubled Reader
I smell more pages than I read.
I try to focus on the dancing letters, but they wiggle and squirm too quickly for my eyes to lasso.
It’s not that I can’t read, but I’m afraid I read too much.
How am I to read a slate of black and white when the world screams for my attention with its colors and sounds and sensations.
My mind is a sponge constantly soaked with sensory solutes.
Will my wandering wonder ever choose one place to plant its feet?
Until that day, the challenged reader is me.











