So Much in Reading
‘So much, in reading, is a matter of luck’
Said Atwood once, ref. below, and she shows just
What she meant in her writing; Woolf could lead you
To a similar view where you’d say ‘Oh God’
‘I can’t believe I read this at the time I did.’
So much in reading is the shape of the latch
In your mind on the day you read what she wrote
In 2002; the shape of timing
Dictating the world that the text makes that day
And how achingly close her moment feels to yours.
So much in reading is the rhythm of thought
As one touches on another, and you sit
As though child by mother, defenceless before
The striking thought that your mother had mother
Before, too; the pattern changes while repeating.
So much in reading has happened and sits past,
An event in a trail, and now memory
Tells its own story.
So much, in reading.
https://www.google.co.uk/amp/s/amp.theguardian.com/books/2002/sep/07/classics.margaretatwood
