WILLIAM AND STELLA While William the librarian hibernates, while Stella, in wellingtons, gardens, I make myself walk between rain-scented lines of deciduous trees – trying, in vain, to ease the expanding mind into routine’s narrow lanes. Time and again I reflect upon yesterday’s dream – when every archway, every porch that I approached became too low…. William the librarian continuously sleeps, judiciously nourished with words – which seem fluid things…. Stella, wisest among the latest wet blooms, communes with what neither confines nor excludes. Copyright © JENNY JOHNSON