Book Walls

Here I am, lost in books.
One after another after another.
Living the lives of character’s
motions, thoughts and surroundings.

I hope no one calls and interrupts my world.
Talkative people who travel down branches,
off-shoots and unrelated paths.
Breathless from detail mania.

Am I a hermit?
How many days could I spend here,
all alone with me as my own best friend
reading and escaping?

Reminiscent of the “refrigerator box winter”
when I gathered my toys and didn’t
come out for weeks.