i am always searching here.
believing that tucked away in a corner
amongst thousands of titles
all searching out their mates
is a story, that one of these authors
holds a knowledge
is a soul-speaker that can untangle
the mess i have become.
the stacks at my feet,
the crumpled heap by the staircase
and the perilously perched bundles
call out softly, beg me to step inside them
and roam around their pages.
a lifetime i have been seeking out my home
for when the world grows too heavy -
to sink into the pages of a book
that knows me, inside and out
through every stitch and syllable.
to learn that the loneliness lies in them, too
would be a kindness unlike any other.