It’s Monday morning here, so it is now International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day in my part of the world. This poem needs a little more time but I think it’s unlikely I’ll have any of that commodity today we’re off to Rotterdam shortly.
For the Northeast Regional Library, on Cottman Avenue
I wonder what was outside Plato’s cave:
Did the entrance lead
Out to the open sky?
Or did it open
To another cave
To another bigger cave
To another bigger world
That was still a cave?
The shelves were just as high as I was tall
(Which was not very.) But each case was full
Always a book to read when the last was done,
Each a tiny cave in which to glimpse
Another view of shadows in a wall.
Outside that alcove stood a bigger room,
With bigger books for now-grown-bigger me.
Bigger caves, more complex shadows now.
Above another room with taller shelves
Its shadows more substantial now, as well.
I rarely get back to that library now
But still, I gloat on unexhausted treasure
Secure: there are more books than I have time
I won’t run out of caves, each with its shadows
The views that are perspectives of my world.