Saint Paul, 14 February 2006
A timeworn library chair lit in harsh light
Wedged between shelves of yellowed hardbacks
Begs you to sit. But gives way. So you stand
Irreverent books with provocative titles
A frontispiece quote hints of warm pond pioneers
Sparked to life in the verdant pools of cooling volcanoes
Your epilogue decrees your destiny
Evidence that pushes back the divine
To do otherwise is missing the point