Late Library Poem

Reflecting on the library
and the work we put into it.

I think about divisions of l    ab    o   r

Different job classifications cross paths and converge
in our common purpose to serve the public.

There’s a will to a system in this thinking,
but it is immersive too. I pay
attention
to
my coworkers’ emotions
and how it feels to “work together”.
I read practically everything but the books.

Unlike most any other job
I’ve ever had
No day is a defeat!

Except maybe the day longer
that a book takes to get back
on the shelf,
because our budget allows for
late-night security guards
not late-night pages.