I worked here for a long time, left to become a teacher and have been back to read poems, show work and lead workshops.

Bury Art Museum and Library

Stop for a moment and look at the marvel.

The stunning,

And monumental.

Stone chiseled,

Gods and heroes, look down

And ponder,

What it means to be.

To be art

Or thought of that way.

Don’t be overwhelmed by it

It was built for you!

And although,

You won’t see the words anywhere on the stone

at the right time and in the right light,

Bright like neon,

It says

“Welcome, dreamers”

You’ll see them, mounting the steps, and perhaps join them

In wonder,

Of what they will find.

Stored in stacks,

And millions of artifacts,

Are stories.

Great and small, mean and good

And all the above.

Written in books that are free to read,

And objects,

Which when handled,

Are a little like time travel.

Magical.

Pictures and paintings which are portals to dream into,

To lean on and believe in,

When you need something more than food, or work or life.

To unlock that part of you that says

Yes!

Touch the stone,

Stand in front of a painting and let it speak to you,

Read a book that will change everything.

Welcome home,

dreamer.