Library Poem

The Open Door
by Donna Marie Merritt


Truth sails across great spaces
Of invitations,
Offering images, which before,
Have only been mine in dreams...
The chance to be everywhere,
anywhere, nowhere
At once.

Who else knows of this wonder?
Has it popped up like a mushroom,
Stirring the silent earth
In the quiet of the night?
Where does this enchantment begin?
Do its delights ever end?

I step through
The open door
As other seekers appear, then
Disappear along myriad, marvelous paths
Into the secret world of possibilities...
The library.

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as published in Book Links magazine May 2009.