The Library

The Library

The silence is broken

Only one word has been spoken

Ssshhh!

The cough, the sneeze, thud and laughter titter

Is treated here like dropping litter

The smell of polished wood, leather top tables and dusty air make me sneeze

If I dare

Do I dislike being here?

On the contrary, I'm surrounded by my friends, the books

I'm in my world, in the library


 Christina Rowell

First posted August 2015