Cody's Future
Feb 28, 2008 - 02:32 AM PST
Can a small Zen Garden, with two different rakes be
capable of dissolving larger problems deep into
the sand, while the anxiety powders over itself,
leaving behind a soft, smooth surface for the troubled
mind to lie on and boast to stress by falling asleep?
What about the 5th grader, Cody, who
I'm supposed to be leading through the
halls, and into class. He seems happy
that my college sent me to his school
to be a student/teacher for
thirty-five hours.
Yes he is a babbling brook over the
empty, gray rock that waits for the
storage of my learning here,
but his
enthusiasm is relaxing, and a reminder
that weight and mass must be stored
in my rock for his academic survival.
I daydream about his passion staying
as strong as the tendons in his neck,
for one day he will surely buy my books,
and have something to discuss with the
opposite sex. I also think which part of society will
kill his innocence, and hope it's not too
early, for innocence is only a spark,
a last meal, a pool to swim out of,
and dry yourself off, for putting your
passion on hold for the
nine-to-five.
Anymore day-dreaming would prolong my duty
of helping the real teacher shush the talking sea
of heads that have fashioned neatly in line, but
not without
individual hints of creativity.