I am learning to let go

I am learning to let go
of bullshit
and crap.
I am learning to stay out
of those dumb
little spats.
I am learning to stand up
hold firm
speak out.
Even though sometimes I
Still cower
and doubt.
I’m surprised at my moxie
or gumption
(or balls).
I wasn’t sure that I had it
inside me
at all.


The library book

What I’m reading now.

It’s the rustle of the paper beneath my thumb.

The thwick of the end page at the end of my flip.

The crinkle of the protective plastic cover.

The scrape of the cardstock date card into its pocket.

It’s the smell of the paper: old, new, musty, glued.

The indentation of the date stamp.

The lure of something old telling me something new.

It’s why I go to the library.