The Library

From the heart of this dark, evacuated campus
I can hear the library humming in the night,
a choir of authors murmuring inside their books
along the unlit, alphabetical shelves,
Giovani Pontano next to Pope, Dumas next to his son,
each one stitched into his own private coat,
together forming a low, gigantic chord of language.

~Excerpt from Books by Billy Collins

I just realized the public library is going to be closed for two days for the Thanksgiving holiday. You know it’s not like I go to the library every day, but I do like knowing it’s open. It’s like my security blanket in case I run out of books to read. I know, crazy talk here.

So if I get to leave work a bit early tomorrow you know where I’ll be.