Book Business

   

    I’ve run, dashing along
    The sand, despite the
    Wind’s hindrance.  I’ve
    Struggled, collapsing,
    With mind buzzing
    Feeling the end near
    Even when young.

    And the books: I tried
    To read them all,
    Running thoughts in
    My head along the sand
    And at home struggling
    Through one after
    The other.  I dreamt

    Of the World’s end
    And that learning
    Would be lost unless
    I saved it.  I watch 
    Ben sleeping,
    Legs kicking.  Who 
    Is it watches me?