Today I went to the Horsham Township Library. It’s about a 25-minute drive from my house.
I have never spent time here, though I’ve stopped in once or twice. It’s not on my daily regular route. I do, however, have a lot of familiarity with it for a couple of reasons – it’s right next to the Power Line trail, where I often exercise. Also, I get books from this library all the time through our county-wide affiliation, though I pick them up at Glenside, my local library.
Anyway, I chose this location as a chance to try out the place. It’s a newish building, less than ten years old, and beautifully bright and open.
Windows everywhere and very comfortable. I set myself up next to a window looking out on the natural grass area.
I seemed to have my thoughts together somewhat better than yesterday and writing flowed more easily. Maybe it was because I had settled myself down in the company of a lot of poets and other writers?
There is something about being around a lot of books that really makes me feel at home and happy.
And here is today’s chosen poem. Remember, it’s in its newborn state.
The fire at the county club
started in the basement. Rushed up the stairs.
Consumed most of the roof the remainder of which
fell in. The ballroom
is open to the sky.
The wedding scheduled for next weekend
must be moved elsewhere
stayed on the scene for two days. They
were not on the original guest list.