In the Library

In the Library

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

I’m in the library. A perfect escape spot.

The silence suites me, it’s conducive to

thinking and mulling and writing.

I’m left alone.  No distractions, except

The occasional ferry I can see distant.

The other readers around me,

they are into their own world as well.

The lady to my right, in the red hoodie,

enjoyed an uninterrupted nap

for forty-five minutes.

Now she is awake and reading.

The man in the corner, I recognize

from around town.

He has been engrossed in something

on his computer, all morning.

He seems happy and content.

I’ve written three posts,

And mostly I’m happy with them.

They will see the light of day soon enough.

I’ve seen others explore the shelves

and rows and rows of books

that take people places.

And now I’m wrapping up,

packing up

and headed out.

As I was coming in,

A mother and her three wee ones

were just leaving, two or three

books in each one’s arms.

That made me smile.

I’ve enjoyed my two-hour oasis

in my small-town library.

I’ll come again,

explore again,

and write and watch, again.

I’ll see where else I can go

by just sitting still

in the library.

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