I memorized the bus timetable
When I was eight
Just in case
Mum always says
Just in case
So I know I need to walk
All the way to the bus stop
And wait for the bus with the glowy 32
And I know I need to pour exactly
€2.20 into the hole beside the driver
I feel the coins
Lots of little ten cents and twenty cents
And some little copper fives
They’re heavy in my pocket
And I keep my hand
Buried in them
Just in case
They disappear
The walk takes twelve minutes
Which is five more minutes
Than usual
Because my feet kept sinking
Into the snow
And in my head
I imagine it is quicksand
And that I am in a jungle
Warm and full of monkeys
And lions and snakes
But then that gets
A little scary
So I stop
And come back to the snow and the cold
The bus arrives three minutes after
I get to the bus stop
And I’m the only one there
And there are only four other people inside
So I get the best seat
Right at the front
We speed through town
Through the snow and ice and sludge
And I count Santas
One two three
Four five six
Seven
And half a Santa poking out of a chimney
Seven-and-a-half Santas and nine minutes and the bus stops
And I am there
Our town’s library is
Small on the outside
But giant on the inside
Because from the outside
It looks
Just like a normal building
Small and old
With red bricks
That are a little dirty
And super old
But on the inside
There are
Books
Books and books and books and
Books
Piles and stacks and shelves full and overflowing
And when you walk in
And you see all the books
And smell the paper and dust and warmth
You know
It can’t possibly be small
It goes on forever
And ever
We haven’t been to the library in a while
Just a little while
The flower beds are covered in snow
So the flowers must be sleeping
Under the ground
And the big tree
That looked like magic in the autumn
Is bare
But it still looks proud
I touch the trunk
And tell the tree it’s doing
Just fine
And not to worry
Its leaves will come back