this morning already
before 9:15 am
i have seen the rain,
felt it start while walking the dog
smelt it’s fragrance
seen the ripples in the puddles
heard cardinals, sparrow songs.
Seen the sun emerging,
hesitatingly, then retreating
and all this I have seen, heard, smelt.
Ever shifting reality.
in the class where i have taught
most of the year
8 and 9 year olds
don’t even have a window to gaze out
nor a breeze through an open window
no connection to the world in unfolding spring
due to circumstances
I am allowed to look out the window, open it, walk around, and reflect on
and they are stuck inside
trying to meet standards
without even a window
to look out of.
(A brief escape