School children leaning over the flat world
of their desks, symbolize tomorrow. How
will the chin lift, the back straighten, the
eyes focus in time to come around in time
for the circle’s revolution from straight line
into that ongoing entity of spin and spin?
We sat still once to become conversant in
the past’s apparent presence in pyramids,
ancient cultures, and Babel’s complex
structure – tortuous and convoluted, like
fault lines in the earth where quakes occur
below a city built to outlast blasts of when.
Oh, who knows what we learn from turning
pages – poured over, revised, and read again?