classroom observations

eager and erect, dumb,

poses assumed so as to grab

that which is strewn

about before them

by nodding, blinking slow,

smiling quick, grunting

often, not to stand out,

but be be hidden away,

frightened to not know,

hiding amongst others

who know not, and don't try to,

wanting to be present, counted only

as among those here,

as if saying, yes, I am here,

of course I know,

and give time, minutes,

and even more is sold still,

by way of postures slumping,

hunched, with faces expressing thoughts,

not possessing them,

writing, furiously,

writing that grunts

and thuds itself and only distracts,

writing without cease

which knows not why it writes

or of what is written,

but it is written, and it is thought,

I have it, at least,

accepted and taken with as truth--

but here I sit, pretending, too,

to give my attention, staring

instead at sets of legs, still paying

my due to the voice in front,

frantically annoyed,

modestly laughing,

mostly distracted, playing the same,

attempting to compose this thought,

considering them

amongst those of others

who mull me over, as I them,

thinking myself different,

them posing with thoughts,

but, myself with the same,

united in another thing, sharing

in another thought, all of us:

to leave! to be released!

let me go, on my own time, please!