Someday,
when this final book is done,
I’ll slip it back on the shelf.
A light shifting of dust
will plume into the air
becoming suncatchers
as they settle,
and I,
knowing this arduous task is complete,
will settle back on the divan
like the soft shake
of memories from books past.
There is a contented understanding
this moment will come to pass,
and I welcome it
with the knowing smile
of an old friend.
Unbound 