Lisa Matthews

Villanelle for the Library

among woods and water
between words and meaning
a story prepares to be heard

in the telling, voices wait
birds fall below quiet clouds
among woods and water

solitary hart, black butterfly
all is all and everything is alone
a story prepares to be heard

be brave my sister, be still
there are many miles to go
among woods and water

when the sun falls below the
horizon, and something calls home
a story prepares to be heard

we both leave our mark, press
our hands on these relocated walls
among woods and water
a story prepares to be heard

Without libraries what have we? We have no past and no future. Ray Bradbury, science fiction writer