Lost in a Book

Isabel Borgers

I emerge

from the world

I had been, nearly,

part of all morning  

my own world

seems foreign

as if I left

half of me

back there  

I go about the

next hour

like someone who

does not belong,

separated by a wall of words  

the real world (if you can call it that)

feels hazy—but only at first

then, after a while,

I feel as if I have fully returned

after a long journey  


Something has changed

I almost forget

that I only truly visited in my mind  

By losing myself inside that book

I discovered myself

and gained much

by getting lost