Fifth Dimension

Some people read books angrily,
Do you know these people?
They will tear open titles as if to say,
"I couldn't find anyone interesting enough
to have a fertile conversation with".
These are sailors that swim into puzzles
written nine hundred years ago and
compliment its inventor with an invitation to tea,
These are dreamers that look at diagrams
of the moon falling onto Earth and nod their heads
as if Shakespeare could learn something from gravity,
These bookworms know seven different household items
to bookmark a chapter with annotations
and a catalog system that could sort the Alexandrian Library,
These are reptiles that know a lost traveller
better than the starched faces of a neighbourhood
where nobody dies in interesting ways,
These tacticians have staged more battles
than could be contained on the porcelain
of a boring candlelight dinner,
No, they do not wonder why they are single,
These are klutzes that wear their heads backward,
they will look at you funny for staring at them
when their rabbit-hole does not make sense,
You are narrative made time and space,
They are the fifth dimension,
They are wormholes that taste the universe
with the greedy fingers of a child,
and had you known their fury,
you would stop to worship
the temples these spirits play at.

Image Source: Book of Poems by Dan Beck