When I entered the room
\nthere was no one there.
\nThe desks were closed.
\nThe floor swept.
\nNew chalk was at the blackboard.
\nI trembled like a river.
\nMy little life barren and plain.
\nWhere was my class,
\nmy teacher,
\nthe books to be passed out?
\nWas I too soon?
\nWas it the wrong day?
\nHad they canceled my life?<\/p>\n
I knew how important it was
\nto learn.
\nTo play with others.
\nIf there was no class
\nhow could I color the world?
\nWrite poems with kites in them?
\nSing in concert with the wind?
\nHow could I ever be new, complete,
\nif there was nothing to plant?
\nWas I intelligent enough
\nto be a living being?
\nCould I ever do what the rain does?
\nSurf on the waves with the wind?
\nBuild castles of principalities
\nin the sand?<\/p>\n
I went home.
\nClimbed the apple tree
\nin my backyard.
\nChallenged the height above me.
\nWept the higher I climbed,
\nuntil I swayed in the wind
\nat the top.
\nAs all things that happen,
\nreally happen,
\nI asked God to make a dull boy
\nsmart,
\nand so it was,
\nI joined the classmates of my life,
\nand never went back
\nto that empty room.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When I entered the room there was no one there. The desks were closed. The floor swept. New chalk was at the blackboard. I trembled…<\/p>\n