Slice of Life/Day in a Poem (Day 29): Who’s The Noisiest In The Room?

(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day  …  You write, too.)

What can you expect,
with kids, on a morning
like this, hoping for the best
on a day of difficult tests?

Even the best of them
lose focus, hoping for a little
hocus pocus, and find the silly:

like the friends across the room
playing a furtive game of rock
paper scissors under tables

or the one in the corner pretending
to paint flowers and feathers in air,
with imaginary ink and care

or the finger drummer making
silent beats from his seat on the
table top drum top won’t stop

and, you know, maybe,
I’m the noisiest one of us
in the room, shushing them
from nine ‘til noon

Peace (in the noticing),


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