Front-Row Seat


It is too hot here,
In the seat beside the window.
The room, already devoid of bright life,
Has been swept by lethargy,
Numbed by the sun’s too-bright light.
Shirts open, eyes close,
Heads down, hands up to feebly shield the tired faces.
It is quiet but
For the shouting of the hurlers outside.
Turn over sheets, click pens (tick),
Remove jumpers to alleviate
The sensation (tock) of being just too hot
(tick) To care about anything but the heat (tock).
Try to find a shadow and
Try not to watch your watch, and wait, if you can, for the bell…

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Poem #1: "The Goalkeeper"

Borrowed Lines and Spare Time

Hunter-Gatherer