DMC: "Nomad" by Donna JT Smith

NOMAD

Book spines stripe the wall and I
In tall, quiet word-halls sprawl
Between the shelves on belly.

Bare feet crossed, soles to ceiling,
Elbows propped, paging finger
Lingers in fantastic worlds;

I roam through Heidi’s Swiss Alps,
Skip along Dorothy’s path,
Tumble down rabbit’s deep hole,

Journey in Marty’s spaceship,
Dwell with black ants underground—
All with a flick of the page.   
          
“It’s time to lock,” tocks the clock,
Too soon for Pippi and me;
I grab her hand, she scrambles,

Dives in my bag for tonight;
Till curled up under blankets,
My flashlight as stage footlights,

Pippi reads alive again;
In my room I’m voyaging
To Villa Villekulla.

© 2016 Donna JT Smith. All rights reserved.


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