I stack my books on wooden shelves
Take them down and set them back,
One by one, picking and choosing
Thoughts and friends from among
Their aging pages,
But, for my own thoughts,
I will wander off somewhere,
Gazing at the green of grass,
The gold and brown of sunflowers,
The blue of water and of sky,
Beneath a gleaming sun
Or glowing moon.
Donovan Baldwin