To Be Bookless

image by Buttkus 

To Be Bookless

“You cannot  stroll through a meadow full of flowers,

breathe those smells, see those colors and remain

angry. You will just support the beauty, the poetry

of life.”--Jonas Mekas.

You, my dear, are a voracious reader. Every spare 

moment I find you with nose in a book. You have

read hundreds during our three decades together.

It is more than an interest or hobby. For you it’s

like meditation. Sometimes I get a bit jealous of

those books when I crave your attention.

So, thank you for consenting to spend a day with

me, a getaway to a mountain meadow. We  shall

picnic, sitting on a checkered blanket. We will

count clover leaves, enjoy the wildflowers, chase

butterflies, and dance with angel’s breath in our

hair. We might even make love.

I only ask that that on this day, you stay focused

on each precious moment, on my smile and my

touch--and bring no book, for this one day we’ll 

give to idleness, and the rekindling of love.

Glenn Buttkus

Prosery

Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub