She writes to me—
I can’t sleep because I’m seventeen
Sometimes I lie awake thinking
I didn’t even clean my room yet
And soon I will be twenty-five
And a failure
And when I’m fifty—oh!
I write her back
Clean one drawer
Arrange words on a page
Let them find one another
Trust they might know something
You aren’t living the whole thing
That’s what a minute said to an hour
Without me you are nothing
“To Manage” from Voices in the Air by Naomi Shihab Nye. Copyright © 2018 by Naomi Shihab Nye. Used with permission of the author. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.