You love Thoreau’s hut on Walden Pond You fly with Wendy and Peter to Neverland You pet Mary Oliver’s marvelous dogs And tell Yevtushenko not to be so full of himself
Show me who you read
You stand at an angle with Cavafy You ask Frankl how he found meaning after all You gaze into Tolkien’s palantir And at bedtime say good night to the moon
Show me who you read
But I already know
You read by the light of a dreaming star And everyone loves the starlight you are