i am in a library,
an immense beautiful library
of aged wood
hidden corners
and winding staircases
everyone i know is there
in small groups
walking, laughing, reading
but i can fly, so
my experience
of this wonder
is different
alone
i fly over the stacks
first curious to see
what is on top
of the stacks
which is candy bars
because dreams
more flying
up through the central column
i discover an entire hidden floor
that can only by reached by flying
others are soaring around and
settling into small groups
i land and ask
is it ok if i sit here
realizing, on the edge of tears, that
i had been searching
for a place where i belong
it is ok to sit
which is good beyond space and time
for about three seconds
until the play starts
and i realize that they were waiting for me
and i don't know my lines