Hungry for arcana of all stripes
From space flights to Shakespearean heights.
In my salad days, knowledge for it's own sake
was my less than noble intention
With maturity came a modicum of discernment
I annotate my books, a guilty pleasure,
Rather like de-crumbing a coffee cake,
Just a minor defilement
A phrase or word will strike my fancy
Or, not often enough, will touch something very deep,
ineffable yet indelible
One of the gifts of advancing age is
Greeting such bearers of grace as
Treasured guides on the journey home
Endnote: This is my first post in nearly four months. I allowed 'busyness' to creep up on me. What a sneaky little imp! With early December's bracing (read frigid) cold to pinch me, I promise to be more productive.
