April 17: 100 Seconds of Solitude

How fortunate are we to live in times

When libraries exist most everywhere,

Which burst with novels, research, art, and rhymes,

And we can call upon them through the air.

And still, the tactile pleasures of a book

Remain when from a screen your eyeballs sting

And you desire a solitary nook

In which to focus on a single thing.

For when absorbed in reading, one arrives

At space the writer once willed into being,

So even when he dies, a part survives-

An immortality thus guaranteeing.

So seize that part and...