Take me there, to that place of uncertainty, that place where I question everything and am content when I can’t find the answers. That place I fear because it is new, and yet still anticipate because of the promise I see.
I yearn for that tomorrow place, that place where the sky and the land meet, where the water goes on forever.
I want to feel the bark of the trees under my hands, I want to taste the berries straight from the bush, I want to feel the dirt and the grass under my feet.
The wind and the rain and the sun and the stars, and the moon a shining beacon leading me forward into that magical place where there is no tomorrow but only a wondrous now.
The Wondering Librarian 