There’s A Book In My Pocket
Sometimes I read Langston Hughes in the parking lot while walking to my car. Or at Roozle’s swim class. Or in line for a latte. Because for a long time I didn’t think I had time to read. Then I realized I was just doing it wrong. All I needed was a book in my pocket.
Now, when I have a few moments, I reach for a book, not my phone. I have a small stack of paperback favorites next to my bed. Salinger, Tolstoy, Rilke. So good. They all fit in my pocket and rotate as needed.
Good job, pocket. Let’s read all the books!