Ready Class

　

On the floor in the circle are many things
Floating on a sea of gray--bumping up against
One another tossed by a wave of hands
A paper cube compliments a crane
While a Retablo carries St. Francis across the bay
A yellow ski hat sidles up to a shirt with stripes
Bold and brash it says “Hello again, we have met before.”
Sadly the nature of these things does not allow them
to move but I am not sad today and
They seem to sneak around--show up in unexpected places
On the gray of a perfectly flat surface
They juggle for position tugging each other to and fro
Beckoning to those outside to come on in
Black wood beads slip on out
Hey! Come back shouts Charlie Brown
He is shaped like a torn comic. He can do nothing
Weighted down by a heart-shaped rock
Perhaps like a machine that has forgotten how to work.
And then a bell rings……