Between the Worlds of the Tiny and the Big
being tutored in math by an exasperated woman. I pass his table
on my way to biography, and he looks up into the middle distance
to make a wry face. This is me witnessing his one and only life.
This is him witnessing mine out of his peripheral vision.
This library is closed on Sundays due to budget cuts. This library
has two shelves of poetry. One day in the fall, a teenage girl
will come here after school because she needs the quiet
ruckus of a good book. Her parents have accents. She's wearing
the wrong jeans. She'll sit at a table with a view of the children's
section and read Plath for the first time, and her hair will swim
on her scalp. Kiss my ass. This is a holy site.
Love.
ReplyDelete". . . Tiny and the Big" in the library--My favorite allegorical location EVER! (This would totally fit Kerry's latest Wednesday challenge at Imaginary Gardens.) Anyway: We share this half minute in passing and our minds fill in the rest along with memory of the first time a book opened to another world as well. And that could happen every Fall. A "Holy site" is also a Holy path. BRAVO!
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