Our Sought Lapse of Reason
Sitting in a library,
I notice the time,
5:47.
The lights to be shut off at 6,
and the young aid shuts down the desktops.
With still an hour left to read,
I began to pack my books into
the backpack I received
in the 10th grade.
To most, Immanuel Kant seems as boring as the dust on his covers,
and to some, an answer to their questions,
for me, it is a study.
Phil. 326
And then at 5:51
the young aid told me that it was time to close.
She moved to the last keyboard,
and that’s when it made sense,
in that carefully sought lapse of reason.