(...........22aug) In The Library

I come here not for renewal of my books, but of myself. The library is a temple of silence in a world of noise. In silence I can think. In silence I can nurture the small one within me in his fetal position, eyes closed, trusting to float in the dark amneotic fluid, as gravity-free as an astronaut in that other dark womb. This space is not that space, though. Here, the small one floats, trusts, relaxes, lets himself go where the currents take him, the dark, friendly currents. He does not need to think. Allowed to forget, he begins to remember.