by Samuel De Lemos
I walk into my favorite bookstore,
It’s slightly dark inside;
I take a big breath and inhale.
The scent of used books,
It takes me back to my
inside the hollowed halls
of the humanities department,
the graduate philosophy club
on the second floor
always smelled like
old books and
I’m searching for a book
that will tickle my fancy,
one that will be hard to put down.
I want to be seduced by the Intro, the cover art–
I want to learn something new.
Will it be philosophy, poetics, or history?
At this point I don’t really care. I’m just grateful to be
here, browsing, picking up books by the half-dozen
and sitting down to read.
I weigh each one in my hand,
I read the prologue, a couple of pages into the book,
I want to be mentally teased.
I finally make up my mind after
a couple of hours of contemplating my thoughts.
I speak to my new book, “I’ve selected you out of
all your peers, I found you worthy to be read. Teach me
something new, help me to understand the world I live in,
if you dare, and I love you for it I swear.”
I pay the cashier, she hands me a bookmark
I say thank you and I walk out.
I head to a local coffee shop,
I have to spend some important time with my worded gift.
coffee and a new used book—
this is what life’s all about.