Closed On the Table

I sit as a book closed on the table most familiar strangers judge the cover and ignore Some pick up and start to read but do not continue past the introduction few have read on but they know: warm, alive, engaging filled with illustrations bursting the seams of the imagination I create no illusions straightforward... a soul yearning to be free to be read... to be understood more often than happens now So I open myself... now exposed lying open on the table still only a few care to read those who only browse and skim the pages I will call friends too