All Library locations will be closed Monday, June 19th for the Juneteenth holiday.
Tomorrow, I will worry about the future.
But today, I wallow in the past.
Tomorrow, I will be 16 and trying to remember
if the derivative of arcsin is one over
You were my
Full of spaghetti
That’s all I really
Know about you
You were my
Full of potential
It’s strange how I don’t
Laughter chirps through my ears
A forever perfect
In this imperfect world
Sunshine frames the chalk lines
Every colorful streak
A reflection of my friends
A reflection of myself
Thriving in our child-like ways
At the grocery store
In the days of our youth
The green twist ties were the best part.
So easily entertained were we
With these simple pliable toys
Laughing and forming new shapes.
As our war rages on, I’m caught in a crossfire.
One side shrieks its anthem of misguided hope.
The other, facing reality’s certain dread head on.
While I, a teenager caught in the midst of battle, seek refuge.
I was sitting in my private school, around age 8
The religion teacher said, everyone sit in a circle
Close your eyes
Raise your hand when you hear God speaking to you
One by one each child raised their hand