Improv Post Two Week Seven

This is an improv off of Charles Simic's ode "Miracle Glass Co." What I wanted to improv was the idea of "I bow to you."

You stand tall and proud, reaching
just short of the ceiling and 
I bow to you.
To all you carry and store on your
shelves, where Dante sits next to Stevens
and The Bell Jar mingles with The Jungle,
and nothing is misplaced.

The printer clicks, shifts while
dresser draws creak, slam,
even the oak floor pops like geriatric
patients' spines-but not you-standing still
in the noise. Silence tucked in between 
shelves, waiting for me to get lost and flip.

Around you, bookshelf of fake oak, 
everything chews on itself, squeaks.
In you, something I want festers, covered
and one day I'll find it.