The aged librarian sometimes uses hands
to scribble signs on book-spines
to dewey decimal the manuals
and catalog the book of psalms
Sometimes he will sweep the floors
or dust the shelves;
but when he slowly hums
a musical off-key it’s time to fall
He can recommend a novel for a reading dame
(shawled in white)
He can nail a book on carpentry
(that a husband craves)
He can draw a quote by heart,
to plant seeds of voices in the recess mind of
a wordless teenage girl.
But he is always searching hidden nooks
for the book among the books.
He excavates the pockets
of the cookbook shelves;
he looks in boxes and in garbage bins.
He listens for the ink he lost,
the never indexed book that kissed him
when too young.
But the aged librarian knows:
if he ever finds the ink he lost,
he will never read again.
Tonight it’s Open Link Night at dVerse and Grace hosts. If you are interested in my aged librarian, it’s an ongoing series.
January 26, 2017