ON FIRST LOOKING INTO MR. SHAKESPEARE


I step out of
the here & now

slip into the space
be-tween

second (&) second.

Time scowls: 'Oh...
don't tell me I've lost

....him again! '

Invisible to all
in my window seat.

Now, here
in Llanigon

upon the point
High darren

I again that
little boy

letting the world go by
(hidden in a heartbeat)

lost in THE TEMPEST
of words

caught between the thresholds
of worlds upon worlds.

'Come to me...
...with a thought! '
the ******* book calls

'Your thoughts...
...I cleave to! '
I whisper to its words.

I all at once
my own

Ariel & Prospero

set free from the knotted
pine of dyslexia

thanks to Mr. Shakespeare's
spell.