Gulf Shores Ramblings, Day 6...A Poem Of Interest
The First Book
by Rita Dove
Open it.
Go ahead, it won't bite.
Well...maybe a little.
More a nip, like. A tingle.
It's pleasurable, really.
You see, it keeps on opening.
You may fall in.
Sure, it's hard to get started;
remember learning to use
knife and fork? Dig in:
you'll never reach bottom.
It's not like it's the end of the world-
just the world as you think
you know it.
Such is the delight and the danger of growing in knowledge, in understanding. I like my little world. I like to understand things...be on top of things...be in charge. But this world has to end, so a new and better world can become available. It's not easy. It's not always fun. But it's worth it. Growing and maturing- you and I are made for these reasons.
I appreciate my fellow t-bloggers, for they are a good part of this process in my life. Thanks.
