A Someone Else

I smile when I read this line of Shakespeare And I nod to myself And think That never have I been so satisfied With a few words typed on paper. And I wonder if someone Has sat at their kitchen table reading this book Just as I have And paused at this phrase And was warmed by the thought That maybe someone else sees the world like they do. Sometimes I think It is all a mistake That the object of my dreams is just black lines on white paper. But I begin to read the play again And breathe its breaths of gentle truth Until I am drifting away To continue the quest for a ‘someone else.’