Poem For Today. Stacy Tuthill
This poem is from Weavings 2000: Poetry For The New Millennium . Edited by Michael S. Glaser. "At The Library" See the young girl beside the window bending over a book, her dark hair shines with floating dust fired by sun tilting through glass. See how she lifts her face to the wall, see nothing, seeing everything. She is not here, yet she is here. I see her motionless, tense but perfectly still, She rides the invisible flow of inspiration, on a stream of language, probes her own ideas fused with vast musings from the book she holds open with slim fingers. She fashions her own visions guarded by a mysterious smile, suspends the moment - a flash where life gushes and flows in a fountain of light. My heart tells me the young gather food for the mind as naturally as sparrows hunger for ripe seeds sorted form grass. Stacey Tuthill (March 10, 1925 - October 19, 2010) resided in Baltimore, Maryland.