Small Faces

it was a lecture to remember

— the way the rain typed out its notes,

delivered by an ominous sky

that sang a waning winter soliloquy

to anyone listening,

“spring is coming, but i’m still here”

rat-a-tat-tat, pay attention…

or you’ll miss the point.

the answers you seek 

are hidden

in the way skies write,

the test of human life:

to recognize

the order of things,

that we are just students

in the university of the universe,

small faces

peering from behind our paper,

pens in teeth;

some of us awake,

some of us asleep.


~ Em ~