There's No Room for Anything Else

From today's Metropolitan Diary in the New York Times Metro section:

Dear Diary:

I was on the express bus one recent morning going to work, and a young boy sat in front of me with his mom. She was obviously taking him to work with her.

The mom asked her son if he had remembered his Sidekick smartphone and his wallet and his iPod and if he remembered where he had put his papers and pens, and he began rummaging through his backpack to produce the items. He had obviously forgotten something, because his mom asked him: “What is in your head? What are you thinking about?”

He looked at her a moment and said: “Summer reading. I have poems in my head. There’s no room for anything else, just poems.

Amy Soricelli