Monday, February 2, 2015

February 2, 2015

LIBRARIAN

She was the type of person
who was aware of every person,
and every conversation in the room.
I really shouldn’t say this, but
she was sort of like a dog that
you didn’t know was just sitting
there in the corner of the kitchen
ready to gobble up any crumb
that fell from the table. She was
like that - sort of - just sitting
there on the edge of the room, 
not missing anything or anyone.
She wasn’t malicious. She was just
the way some people are: librarians,
archivists - that type of person.
She could follow at least 4 conversations –
all at once. Come to think about her,
maybe she always wanted to be a librarian,
because it seems every word heard
is booked away on some shelf
behind those glasses and sometimes
when you are with her – but only when
alone with her - she would clue you in on
what’s really going on around here -
things you totally missed …. So you
better treat her nice. Give her a cookie
now and then  - and you better not say
the wrong thing or treat her like a dog.


© Andy Costello, Reflections by The Bay, 2015

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