Heaven Must Be A Library - Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Heaven must be a library -
An acquaintance in boredom said -
With many open levels that are airy
And plush carpet on which to tread

With sliding ladders on the aisles -
Latté on tap and a poofy chaise
On which to read the gilded titles
And infinite time to waste.

I replied I'd love to meet her there
To help explore the nooks and crannies
And she promised me she'd share -
To my surprise, spaces such as these.

That way, every now and then -
She could break from reading
And come find the alcove I'm in
To see how I'm doing.