Through My Classroom Window……..

On a day fine and sunny,
The bell rang, initiating
An unexpected rain and
The ever expected class;
While I was attempting
To put together my two-
Cleft halves, one so curious
To listen and learn and
The other so eager to make
The ringing melodies outside
A part of its own being,
My teacher spoke at length
About the cleaving of the text-
Into pieces and analyzing.
When there occurred a debate
Negating the presence of meaning
I was seeking a deeper one
In the nature’s sound and fury.
And when asked a question,
One half of mine uttered something
That the other couldn’t grasp.
Suddenly the bell rang again
And all my thoughts rained down,
Forming pools of varying shapes,
Of letters, words and phrases.