I Often Wonder...
Who else has handled this book by its spine?
Who else has labored through its pages?
Who else has even considered this journey?
Whose long brown hair has been left in chapter 23?
Does anyone else excite at the aroma of communal literature and public knowledge?
Does anyone else's librarian know them by name and set aside odd books just on the chance they'd enjoy them?
How many pieces of myself have I trailed through these aisles?
How many of its pieces have been lost in me?
Is heaven a library with trees and hammocks?