Is drunk, at the bar, really the best place to catch up on your reading he asks
As if there's any other answer than yes
In a crowded space or my empty apartment
The fields of The Land reach me
Taken through the uncharted
Up and up and up towering mountain peaks
Through caverns and canyons and caves
To the top of the peaks, jagged and rough
Like God himself forgot the usefulness of sandpaper
To see the plains and city and stampede of horses like an eagle above Eden
To watch the Giants sail upon their ships reaching for a home lost a thousand years
The unbelieving forced to believe while others call them denial
The home of rock and stone
Blocked by gates and never yielding guards
Who would give up their very lives in the defense of the Lords
To be affected with such intensity that I must put the story down
Walk away
Tears welling
Heart racing
Cigarette shaking
To think of the loved one who shared this
To understand him in ways I never had
When I come into the bar and you see me with my nose in a book
Yes, this is exactly where I want to be