In the reflective life of one’s thoughts and emotions,
ideas and feelings rub dusty covers,
as varied as the binders of books
on an obscure shelf in a community college library storage room.

Writing is one way to find a sturdy little stool along an aisle there,
thumb through them, and examine and process the pages that captivate us.
Selecting, musing, contemplating, and experimenting,
we choose to express as best we can what both most inspires and disturbs us.