It’s in that far away place
marked, “Open Upon Receipt.”
And it comes to you—a door
floating in the air, and settles down
near the bed. You get up and go through.
It flies backwards and backwards, tumbling, like
a memory you’d rather relive
than remember.
When it stops, you open it,
careful not to wake the sleeping giant
hunched over in his chair.
But there’s a golden quill pen in his hand.
Sure, you’re small.
You could sail in a walnut shell
if you had to. So what?
He won’t stay sleeping forever.
And there’s entire villages of pages
waiting to hear word
of what happens next.
–Joseph Anthony
Your Heart’s Desire is on the way…
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