In the afternoon glow
the shadows enter the library,
from the innermost sanctum
among shelves and displays
over dog-eared pages
kisses the fingers of the visiting few
touches the minds
of the young readers still believing
that verse can progress the world
until at last, they reach
the aged librarian
resting at his favorite place
by the westernmost window.
He’s been dreaming,
recalling the visions he had
of revolutions and change
of brightness and love
of reason and lust
in the folly of youth.
Then you mature,
grow stiff as you fatten from facts,
and over-ripe, stuffed
you teach instead of letting yourself
and one day you sit there at dusk
cursing the books that filled up your mind
with history’s thinking
forgetting the visions that knowledge suppresses.
The librarian welcomes the shadows
welcomes the night
with its potential for dreaming,
forgetting the evidence brought on
and maybe at night, he revives
enters the garden
carried by dreams of his youth.
Ingrid hosts dVerse tonight with a prompt on visions and dreams. This prompt immediately woke the aged librarian for me.
January 10, 2022