Thursday, April 15, 2010

Being a teacher

You sit there,
with bright hopeful eyes looking at you.
Hoping for a fresh direction, a meaning new.
You sit there
wondering if you could ever be
all that you need to be
And then in moments things flow,
and you are lost in a chaotic whirlwind of
conversations high and low.
And then in a moment its over
leaving you empty and hollow
those very hopeful eyes
that once looked for hope outside
are now closed wide
And when they open,
its all so calm, so light

You sit there
there is no other place
you'd rather be
and no other sight
you'd rather see.