If Life Were That Book I Just Read...

In writing,
I wouldn’t blink.
Your eyes wouldn’t mind mine,
Always saying what I mean
When the weather bursts out all at once,
Or I don’t know the time.
And I wouldn’t wonder
Whether it is Wednesdays I retain my wits.
Or only Sundays, every other week.

If I could find that magic flicker
That tugs into incredulous Existence the very first spark -
I would write a book.