Book and Screen

It’s mostly someone long dead who gets curious all over again, who once told a book, the book picked clean to glow on a website now, an address with double slashes in it. Suddenly I love one detail: the way they harnessed horses or hammered copper, what seed — cardamom, rye — kept its small heart aloft for a millennium. Voices in that dark ago when I open to room light, lamp or window on book — old friend — or the new computer screen. It’s not technology, either way. It’s something in the brain first, an inkling.Not yet yours to know.