If

Books are 

Plane tickets to a new world 

Then

Libraries are windows

Into Minds

Peeking through the front door but 

The peep 

         hole is always a 

bit too small

We take what we can get

Sneaking into his office

A wallpaper of titles 

Glued to the walls

knowledge

of

skyscraper

the

at

Staring 

Like a mouse talking to a giraffe 

On a cliff

Flailing into an author’s abyss

A camera snaps

What keys clicked

What gears turned

What seeds planted

To create this

Did they grow?

Slowly the pictures fit

Together

A collage

What do you see?

Welcome to My Window