Today I read a bus stop
and then I read a van,
a poster and three carrier bags,
some shop signs and a man
who had a crazy T-shirt on.
I’d already read the cereal box,
a mug, and the jam label
and the headlines of the paper
that was lying on the table.
I read some writing in the sky,
I even read the road,
a tree, a sign stuck in the grass,
some number plates that whistled past,
a bag of crisps, a birthday card
(it had my name on it so that was easy).
I was reading a text message
when I should have read the door
so then I pushed instead of pulled
and dropped my mobile on the floor.
Then I started on this poem
and went out for another look
because
reading is amazing
and all the world’s a book.
Kathy Henderson