The Library
I am sitting in the dark in our library
The room we were (and still are) most excited about.
I don't sit in it very often -
my life right now doesn't allow much time for piles of books
or old typewriters from garage sales.
My life is more about Excel spreadsheets and revenue numbers -
and I'm okay with that, most of the time.
But in here the smell of paper and print
of wood and waiting
starts the letters dancing in my head
I read in a Frank McCourt book once that Shakespeare was like
jewels in the mouth
For me it's dancers in my brain
moving across the glossy floor of my thoughts in a dip and sway
too fleeting to capture on paper or a computer
not that I'm in the practice of trying, anymore.
I most often let them swirl away.
But tonight the dark, and the rain, and the lightning,
and the dog beside me
and the sound of you outside
helps the words live just a little longer
so they make it onto this page
where they stumble on the rougher pavement
but smile at me while they turn.
The room we were (and still are) most excited about.
I don't sit in it very often -
my life right now doesn't allow much time for piles of books
or old typewriters from garage sales.
My life is more about Excel spreadsheets and revenue numbers -
and I'm okay with that, most of the time.
But in here the smell of paper and print
of wood and waiting
starts the letters dancing in my head
I read in a Frank McCourt book once that Shakespeare was like
jewels in the mouth
For me it's dancers in my brain
moving across the glossy floor of my thoughts in a dip and sway
too fleeting to capture on paper or a computer
not that I'm in the practice of trying, anymore.
I most often let them swirl away.
But tonight the dark, and the rain, and the lightning,
and the dog beside me
and the sound of you outside
helps the words live just a little longer
so they make it onto this page
where they stumble on the rougher pavement
but smile at me while they turn.