Entry 5: Final

This last book I chose solely on the cover. It was pretty, and I liked it. I thought it might be difficult to pick a book that would match this last poem of mine, since it's done from a very specific perspective. I think it matches the cover of the book, in a way; the moment I saw it, I knew I had to put a poem in it. Plus there were three copies of the book there, and that's not allowed. I took one copy away. It's a mystery. I guess there's a connection somewhere between discovery and mystery.
That's so deep. A discovery within itself. Mind. Blown.

Through slatted platforms
coloured pointillism
until the slate shine of water
at the edge of my eyes' reach

like the arms of a mother
nature's monoliths
bracelets of cotton
stout; immovable; ever-shifting

beyond it all
carried on heron's wings
emptiness I cannot comprehend
infinity--yet

not empty space
as my mind would perceive
each dot a home
a different story waiting to be told

There. That's my community project. This last one is kind of cool as well because it's a story. Waiting to be told. Huh-ho!
It'll be interesting to see what happens to these little discoveries. I have the benefit of working at the library too, so I can check on them once and a while, so see how they're incubating.
Speaking of which, here's a mother goose, sitting on some eggs, just outside the library window.

It's been fun. Cheers!