Borges walked the aisles of library upon library,
his hand on the arm of a lovely assistant.
Mothered & honored, a reader,
a writer, poet & lecturer. A blind seer
speaking into auditoriums, from memory,
Borges, I too am moved by a love
of story & the sound of voices. A proud
citizen of one place & every place I read.
What do you see when you look within?
Do you remember a terrain before
[Modeled after Clint Smith's "How Malcolm Learned to Read". Inspired by Borges's 1967-1968 Norton Lectures at Harvard and of course, by this]