It is rare
to find children in the bookstore,
let alone excited to be there
as if on a scavenger hunt.
It is rare
to see them search the spines and
scamper through the aisles, let loose
among the adults searching for meaning
in all the wrong places–like
Try Fun and Games. Or just watch
a child’s wild imagination fly
through the shelves and dare
to keep up.
Otherwise, risk being caught
too serious in study, embarrassed
to have the little girl
with the braids apologize
on your behalf.
Her leopard print shirt and hot pink
pocket book will draw a smile anyway,
and you’ll watch as books waterfall
from the nearby shelf when she reaches
for whatever had been calling.
Clue: the Classic Edition.
For ages 8 and up.
Sorry! The game
of sweet revenge.
And Bop It!
As such, it is rare
to find adults in the bookstore,
pretending to be at a playground
where the sand has nothing
to do with time.
All of these words
are diaries. And we, the wimpy kids
who collect each syllable like mint-conditioned
baseball cards we go out of our way
to polish and preserve.
Every chapter written is a turned page
we understand sometime in the future, when we remember
how to read the fingerprints we left
all over the monkey bars of our childhood.
We never used to lose our grip.
But hang on! Remember.
Our past strengths and future
swings of faith are the goosebumps
we give ourselves on occasion, when
we use braille to navigate our spines.
It is incredibly rare that you would ever forget
how to read and write.
There is no such thing as illiteracy
in symbols, stamps and marks.
These are the very things
Legends are made of.