I haven't got that kind of time.
The time of your life?
I don't have much. Not saying I don't have much left. Who knows? Just that time is shorter from day to day,
like nights in January,
like the avenue trees that get cut for trucks.
Their numb knuckles scrape the periwinkle skies. A crow or a raven?
Under, shadowed, I walk home, walled off
By podcasts stuffed like fingers in my ears. Bros ranting about the day. The end
of days? These days I don't know.
At the end of the day it's about the journey,
You know? I take the long way. It's not much but it's me time.
by Anya Kamenetz
Anya Kamenetz is originally from New Orleans but is currently living in Brooklyn. She is a correspondent for NPR, a sought-after speaker, and an authority on education. Her newest book, The Art of Screen Time (PublicAffairs, 2018), is a guide for families in the digital age. You can link to her website here, http://www.anyakamenetz.net/about/.