I wrote this after musing about how such a sweet fruit could end up being used to assign negative connotations to events turned sour.

A poem about the struggle to master the mind during meditation. Some days you win, some days the bird wins... but the effort is never, ever in vain.

According to legend, there was an underground tunnel linking the Library (pictured) with a brothel in Ancient Ephesus. A curious piece of history which, being a Librarian myself, caught my attention...