Wednesday, August 09, 2006


This morning I came in
for my regular two hours of book work
thinking that selling books
is like starting a campfire.

How to get those first flames started?
Some mornings a dry blade of grass catches.
Other mornings the wood feels wet.
Each day I bring my matches

in hopes this project will grow into a warming fire

with steady sales of books
to feed my family
and grow connections
to readers.

Books feel mysterious,
Containers filled with my life
sent out with no control
of destinations, influence, or impact.

Another morning of striking matches
seeking light for the journey.

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