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.