• Joanna Seldon

  • Library

    My day’s a hemisphere of eyeless stone

    That rides on the axis of this room.

    And in my mind the leaves of many books

          Turn and fall

          Quite silently

        While on a shelf outside,

        Space thoughtfully left

          Beneath the sky,

    The sunlight dips upon the wall

              Alive –

    Birdswing breathing, stretching

    Wide to the air.  Through the glass

    I see it now.  Wombed in cold stone,

    Floating among the silent leaves of books,

    My mind spins on its axis; while this window holds

        The world in a plane of light.