Books Fall Open, You Fall In

I'm not sure how I missed this poem by David McCord until recently, but I'm so glad I found it. I like what it says, and I also like the rhythmic way it says it. So thankful I get to "fall in" to so many good books!

Books fall open,

you fall in,

delighted where

you’ve never been;

hear voices not once

heard before,

reach world on world

through door on door;

find unexpected

keys to things

locked up beyond

imaginings.

What might you be,

perhaps become,

because one book

is somewhere? Some

wise delver into

wisdom, wit,

and wherewithal

has written it.

True books will venture,

dare you out,

whisper secrets,

maybe shout

across the gloom

to you in need,

who hanker for

a book to read.

~David McCord