Day Thirty Five

Today in celebration of National Poetry Month I put a poem in an unexpected place. I taped the following poem to the floor map on the fifth floor of the BYU library. Shhhhh, don't tell.

Going to the Library

by Jessy Randall

In the library there are pathways
you follow to find out what you want to know —
imagine — somewhere in all these books
or on the face of the computer or in parentheses
at the back of a magazine, there is
the perfect sentence, the answer to your question,
the words all around you like
the tornado in the Wizard of Oz never
go home Dorothy — Dorothy, never land —
language can be your bed, the
beautiful wonder of all possible poems.