Poems about Teaching (Random)

Random is a holy word to my students,
the corner stone of their mythology.
It explains so much
and asks for so little in return.
At my age you loose faith in such comforting illusions-
Nothing seems random anymore.:
The chittering sound of a mouse racing in the ceiling
Math homework forgotten on an art table
Half finished work abandoned
A shoelace
A page torn from a magazine
Of innocent beauty carefully contrived.

There are always connections,
Submerged beneath the mundanities,
Invisible in the daily ebb and flow of chit chat, photocopied assignments
And prom photos.

All the facts and ideas, skills and concepts that we cover with glue and glitter
and handout to our students
do little to expose connections

that takes silence

pain and joy

repeated with the rhythmic certainty of a metronome

or clock.

© Joe Thompson · www.imaginesongs.com

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