I Turn to You
I turn to you
When I have a day
Full of unkind human beings
Selfishly demanding things I cannot give them
and who do not care how polite I am.
I turn to you
When I can no longer stand
To watch the faces of people walking past
Register nothing when they see me,
Except another piece of furniture
Taking up space;
A nuisance in their way.
I turn to you
When human contact fails.
When no one has time for me.
When no one cares.
I turn to you
Because you do not annoy
Or judge
Or expect anything from me.
I feel at home
Wrapping my hands
around your cover,
inhaling your heady scent.
When I need comforting,
I turn to the black print on your white pages
And the bookmark that shows me where to start
But lets me decide where to end.
When this world is too much,
I visit the library
And I turn to you.