On First Looking In On Mr. Shakespeare

I step out of the here & now slip into the space be-tween second (&) second. Time scowls: 'Oh... don't tell me I've lost ....him again! ' Invisible to all in my window seat. Now, here in Llanigon upon the point High darren I again that little boy letting the world go by (hidden in a heartbeat) lost in THE TEMPEST of words caught between the thresholds of worlds upon worlds. 'Come to me... ...with a thought! ' the big black book calls 'Your thoughts... ...I cleave to! ' I whisper to its words. I all at once my own Ariel & Prospero set free from the knotted pine of dyslexia thanks to Mr. Shakespeare's spell.