The Brooklyn Public Library

I have been going to the Brooklyn Public Library
     for some time now.
I always enter by the children's section in summer.
I have no child but myself.
I grow bemused and want to stand still.
I think if I grew still enough I could be
     a child again.
There is a stillness in the library that
     dreams of the trees outside the window
     blowing silent in the wind -
that dreams of the light.
Stillness dreams.
I would be as still as dreaming light.
I would be a child again.
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3 Responses to “The Brooklyn Public Library”

  1. I just saw you read at the Project marathon–absolutely brilliant! Your poem was the most lovely thing I heard all day. Thank you!

  2. I have seen the video clip of your performance of this and when I watched it, I began to cry. So much of what you have said in this poem is exactly the same as many things my mother always told me she felt. I’ve watched many of your videos and you make me laugh, make me cry, but mostly touch my heart with your gentle nature. Thank you so much for sharing your talent with the world.

    Betty

  3. After spending the last 26 years as a librarian, it’s good to read a little something which reminds me why I love libraries.

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