back in grade school, Mr.Russell would clap,
demanding "all eyes on the board".
but said eyes would wander, running a lap
around the room, instead looking towards
the far blue wall that housed a map
of the world both adored and abhorred.
then there was the red wall with a picture of the school mascot wearing a cap
that mostly went ignored,
but for my eyes it was a trap,
resulting in the loss of attention on classwork that i could not afford.
then there was a loud rap
against my desk and Mr.Russell would question if i was bored.
the tone of the question was like a slap
in the face and a time-out in the corner served as my reward.
the eyes sure do love to wander.
