"This Book I Just Wanted To Go Quietly"

Tonight I read a poem by Stephen Dunn called "The Book and I." It starts like this:

Already I lived in an unmanaged world -

from a book I needed something different.

And along the way it wouldn't hurt,

I kept thinking, if I could please, please,

be enthralled. I put it down -

the merciful language you use

when you've decided the poor dog

would be better off dead. I put the book down

and began to clip the coleus...

I was taken by the poem, very much related. I want a book to rivet me or at least engage/intigue me, otherwise I'll feel the need to get out growing till it bloats. I was also curious as to what kind of plant a coleus is, so I looked it up (as my mother - ZL - taught me to do) and found out it's what's pictured above.