pm poetry

Like fish,
students dart
back and forth toward
glinting glass.

From three floors up,
they watch firetrucks
rush by in
muffled blasts.

Foliage flickers as
cloud cover curdles,
and milky sky spills
churn into cumulus.

So how could I
deny them this
simple joy-
elbows
on the window ledge
and foggy little
portholes sighed
by their
excited breaths?

They’ll learn more by gazing
out at the world
than I could ever
teach them.

Some days,
it’s sun-soaked,
and others,
it’s storm-blown.

But behind the pane,
it’s never grey;
it never pelts
sharp hail or rain.

Here, they’ll only
face the mundane-
learn to navigate
the controlled
and the safe.

So I let them gaze,
praying they’ll take
more than I
can give them from
the uncertain world
with all its commotion.