all things

I saw them today
And I wept
They were beautiful
In their wild
and
broken
way

Doors flung wide
Sun to greet them
They shouted and squealed
A racket

This one shuffled as fast as she could
Down the hall, out the front door
Things that needed to go home
Dangling and hanging
She could not miss her bus
It waited for her.

And I wept inside, knowing that life has a way
To spoil the unspoiled.
She wore a crown she'd made
For herself, and been ridiculed for.
I thought maybe she was going to a home
Where no one would acknowledge that crown
Where she was no one's little princess

Others leave not knowing
What all they will have seen by the time
They walk back in.

I weep for fear that what needs said
What needs done, what needs fed
What needs sun, won't be addressed
In time to save them,
Or to save us.

Ah, well, look
It falls away.
So it goes.

sky high
and fluttering
and flickering
and fissuring
and fissioning

sputtering and spluttering and
spitting and spuming
and frothing inside

and outside, the eyes are the only
window into the madness
the fear
and the coming apart
that I feel
whenever I walk into this place

...

good morning class, how is everyone today?