anchor

it is for sure, I am an anchor

but which am I:
the one that restrains you from setting sail and reaching new lands?
hugging mud and growing weed?
or the one that keeps you safely in port away from the storms and thick fog?
lodged, determined and secure?

or perhaps you have already sailed?

symbol carved in stone
propably dating back to WW2
picture taken on a beautiful ridge, near where I used to live

Human library

I read a book recently
To describe it "interesting"
would be an unforgivable underestimation;
dull of me
and ignorant
When quite au contraire I wish to show my intellect,
I want it to be known that I am educated
I want to show my appreciation to the Writer

But despite all my years of schooling
I lack words at this moment

I read a book recently
I was spellbound.
Briefly mesmerized.
I was moved like I haven't been moved in a small eternity
And everything around me feels so clear again
Everything around me is a constant reminder
of the inescapable, indesputable fact or law of nature:
that I am alive and intact,
connected and surrounded
and not bombarded and lowered

But instead
lulled
soothed

I'm forever grateful for good books
and my ability to read