Where are my readers from

Where are my readers from

I wonder who is reading these quiet lines.

what part of the world.

From what location, or corner of the world

do you peek through my words?

Are you by a window

with the wind pushing at the glass?

Or in a room, so small

your shadow touches the walls?

Say hi if the words reach you,

even if it’s just a flicker

across your eyes. tell me

where you are, the city, the town,

Where on the map that holds your name.

I want to know the distance between us

measured in letters and voices

that haven’t met. dont be shy.

Speak to me even if only once,

even if just to leave a mark

that says I am here.

I will read and carry it like a small fire

Through the pages until it meets

someone else's kind reply

its nice to know who drops by

Nice to know where in the world I touch.