DREAM DESTINATION:
An enormous heavy slab of a wood table all to myself in a cathedral of a library, with many versions of Leaves of Grass and Walt Whitman biographies and periodical pieces about them spread out and open. Sometimes standing to shuffle them around, bending over to eyeball things very closely.
Studying. Savoring.
Taking deep notes pretty notes scrawling notes capturing quotes on index cards.
Arriving early. Leaving late.
Cross-referencing. Comparing.
First. Later. Last. Deathbed edition.
A couple of breaks in the coffee shop downstairs for strong coffee and a savory pastry. A diner with deep motion-muffling booths before and afterwards. Hashbrowns, bacon, eggs and grapefruit juice for breakfast. Hashbrowns, steak and eggs for supper. And select books and notebooks pulled out to verify and scribble stuff I can’t stop thinking about. Celebrating and singing: myself and all of this deliciousness.