There’s a unique thrill that comes with holding a new book in your hands, a feeling that’s hard to describe yet so familiar to every reader. The weight of the book, the crispness of its pages, and the possibilities it holds stir a sense of anticipation like no other. Each unread chapter is a promise, waiting to transport you to a world you’ve yet to explore. This moment — right before you turn the first page — is filled with hope, wonder, and the excitement of what might be discovered within. Today’s poem captures this fleeting, magical moment.

Before the First Page

The book rests in my hands, its weight so light,
Yet within it, whole worlds are hidden from sight.
The cover is smooth, its spine uncreased,
A story untold, a curiosity teased.

My fingers hover on the edge of page one,
With anticipation rising, it’s just begun.
Will there be wonders, adventures untold?
Or secrets and sorrows, quietly bold?

I imagine the characters, not yet known,
Lives that will merge with my own.
Will I find heroes or friends that stay,
Long after I’ve turned the last page away?

The scent of new pages, the rustle they make,
Whispers of journeys my heart will take.
A treasure of words awaits to be found,
In every chapter, new worlds abound.

In this moment of pause, before I begin,
I wonder what stories will soon pull me in.
The joy of a book is the joy of the unknown,
Where every new story becomes your own.