In the Library

It's a quiet place,

but it speaks to me.

When I was little,

time in the library was

an adult privilege, 

one I first enjoyed

when I got my very own

library card, when 

I was five or six.

A few months ago,

I got a card for the Herron

School of Art Library.

I felt the way I did when

I got my first card.

The words and the pictures

showing the artists' 

works and their lives

are all murmuring ...

inviting me into their world,

helping me to shape my own.

And this simple arrangement 

on a side table added

to the welcome.