Compton-Drew ILC Middle School
St. Louis City, MO

The bell rings
The hall fills
People hurry with voices raised
They are a stream, a creek, a river
Waves slapping against one another
Running to nowhere

Another bell
The illusion breaks
Doors slam in the muttering chatter
The same as ever, nothing’s the matter
Footsteps fade, echoes of the chaos
I am left standing alone
A solitary rock in a dry riverbed

I walk in the room
The air shifts and churns
Strange and foreign, always the same
The currents clash, who’s to blame?
The wind blows strong, yet doesn’t exist
Feel the storm brewing

The clouds sweep in as we wait
Patience deteriorating, falling apart
Agitation and risk gnaw at the heart
One whispers to another
The first drop of rain
Many follow

A flash of laughter
Hear the rolling giggle of thunder
Flash flash FLASH!
The lightning strikes again and again
The door swings open
The teacher enters