The globe is a plastic sphere,
And it sits atop bookshelves
And it watches you from a safe distance.
You keep your distance as well
Because you dare not wander too near
You fear you may get trapped in the magnetic pull
Of the hard bound books on stacks and the paperbacks on their whimsical spinny racks.
So it watches you
Because it’s curious
About what you will do
And what, exactly, you are