I hope one day to be read

by a scholar

the careful counting of my lines

calculating their cadence upon some parchment,

it matters not

 

I hope one day to be read

by a child

swirled spirals capturing the margins as

she rewrites her own story over the words to match

the colors and dragons in her head

 

I hope one day to be read or

written on the back of some hand

a wishful keepsake for a day

inspiring some great thoughts

or little ones, at least–Perhaps!

 

Perhaps

I’ll never be read

by some secret person or

inspire grandiosity at all

instead

conserve unspoken words

by ink to paper