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 . . .