INDEPENDENT THOUGHT

The library’s silence is mysterious.

Each book offers a gift of possibilities.

Soon I’m writing while I read,

combining my own endless

sense of wonder

with all the marvels

already told in astonishing stories

from history, sagas of travel, nature,

families, conflict, and love,

always love. . . .

Days pass, weeks, months.

There’s nothing to stop me

from spending a lifetime

immersed in this endless

exploration

of pages, unless . . .