I love people at the library
Some so focused on their intentions
They barely murmur when
You push past them in the Sci-Fi.
Other with their antennae out
For hot chicks, for cute guys
Idly thumbing through magazines.
And someone’s grandfather
Buried in the news tribune
Just looking for a little peace.
A teenager behind a computer screen
Totally bored with school.
Picking zits and the library
Are not as incompatible as they seem.
The librarians, people too,
So efficient, answering questions,
Checking books and movies out.
And children, finding delight in books
We have mostly lost.
And myself, hopeful among the CDs
Looking for what?
I guess I haven’t found it yet.
© 2006 Anne Westlund
Image: A Rainbow of Books by Dawn Endico (flickr.com)