Slam, the door shuts, out erupts
A class of noise, an audacious sound.
The gibberish and murmuring fills,
Increasing in volume, light chuckles
Decorating the shouts and echoes.
Mental walls, fortified by the train of
Careless, mindless teenage conversations-
My attention to work notes makes me a stranger
To the prattle and gossip of skivers, who's
Pens twirl unproductively between skillful fingers.
The chirping of relaxed youths, shirking the
Task at hand, their voices like balloons
Rising into the ceiling above, but nonetheless,
Every word said is marked by a practiced,
Watchful eye for the return of Teacher.
A sharp click of the door-handle
An angled turn, a swift swing that displaces the
Whooshing wind that whispers into the abrupt quiet-
A library swallows up the market place.
Tiny voices conclude their exchange and fade out.
Ack-ack! Coughing, clearing throats, a
Shuffle of papers replace the void silence.
The teacher places a stack of warm
Fresh copied sheets on the rectangle,
Large, special desk for one.
Here's where it all restarts, now emerges-
Diligent writing, focused discussions,
Quirky comments, intelligent humour-
The cycle repeats at every opportune moment,
Every second of it becomes a memory we keep,
And reminisce at graduation.
