The Library Poem by Kevin Patrick

In this orphanage of ideas
You will find me in the directory
Somewhere, at the intersections
Between westerns and fantasy


Just wander down the isles
I’m in the fourth row in the back
Pressed snuggly in science fiction
Standing stiffly in the hardbacks


Bits of dust coat down my edges
As I pine the unbinding of my pages
It seems my life is endless waiting
For the fulfilment of your sages

My jacket glistens in the light
With the title anchored on my spine
I get ecstatic by your nearness
When my binding falls in your sight


Look carefully and you will see me
Between the old and new editions
My covers dull, but filled with contents
That will unleash imaginations


Read me, and you give birth to thoughts
That expands beyond your skies
For a library is a key to heaven
That shapes the pages of our lives