Reading The Archive

Recently I went to The Archive.

It was late but when else

would I have had time?

And besides it’s not as if

I would have slept.

There was a great deal written there,

about me mostly,

but I was tired and

the shelves were so quiet.

It was difficult to focus.

I can’t remember exactly

what I read.  I kept thinking

about how much time

it must have taken to write

it all.