back in the library

...wandering through the stacks of books, shelf upon shelf, I am struck by the minds represented there. It seems to me to be one of the most hushed places. Pages soaking up whispers, oozing silence. And yet each book speaks in voices of confidence, singing concepts, ideas, theories, their words of conviction. One building contains all this movement and remains so still.

365-09 #34

A poem for Brigid

Two Statements

1
I imagine that if I went to sea

I'd stare at pebbles on the beach :
Given boundless horizons free horizons we
Can concentrate on what's in reach.

2
When hope is like a poplar it doesn't matter
What use the poplar will be put to after.

It is all in the present and it rests on air
Come rest your eyes in it and take your comfort here.

John Riley