Bones and Books

On each of your bones is a luminous script.

In the curve of each letter—

in the remotest part of each letter—

lie small cities which never see sun

but rely instead on light gathered from

a vast underground river: the inner life.

Within these cities

philosophers and poets are held in high esteem. 

Here books are made from the white ground underfoot

and the daily diet is rich in verse and literature—

thoughts artfully cooked into casseroles and stews—

—creation seasoned with a dash of whimsy.

---------------------------------(rhonda)