Facebook twitter email skype youtube web pages blogs
and other twenty-first century clutter co-opts my time
and grabs my hours
and in a daze
my days disappear.
And what of the twenty-first century promise: No more paper clutter.Daily dutifully,
the mail carrier continues to bring donation pleas and advertising mailers/ I them toss out.
The Weekly Jewish Forward that I stopped subscribing to
and magazines pile up like email in my inbox/ so I can read them later. Maybe?
I venture out to real-life, to poetry readings, classes and eventsand they give me more paper to bring home
and add to the piles of magazines and Forwards.
The books on my Kindle pile up so I can read them later. Maybe?
And yetand yet
I get books from the library and borrow books from friends
and sometimes buy books to read and pass along.
With their solid feel and temporary status I read them now.
Today in the twenty-first century, hard copy books are unique.They are a treat.
They are rare.
And when I curl up in a chair
I read and reread and mark pages with metal paper clips
and my life is spacious and slow in the old-fashioned twentieth century way.