Excercise 3: Poetry Speakers

Library Day (Speaker One)

The air was cool and crisp when the door opened.
One by one, eleven little packages
made their way down the sidewalk,
wrapped in hefty fleece and soft down,
decorated in hats and bows.

Our light turned green and all other traffic stopped.
"Don't let go of the rope!" we called out
as they made their way across the road.
The little bundles held on tight,
looking around at the big world ahead of them.

It seemed quieter in the cold,
the bustling noises of the city whispering,
making way for the children in their path.
Glancing at the traffic I saw
All of the drivers smile and point as we passed.


Library Day (Speaker Two)

Today is library day and we will walk down the hall
and hold on to the big red rope.
Teacher says to hold on tight and not let go.

The big doors open and I see everything!
Big school buses are outside waiting for people to get on
and cars are coming from both sides down the street.

Teacher says stop and we wait wait wait.
Something is keeping us from going
I wish I knew why we had to wait so long.

Now we are moving and I see so many things!
There's a big rock on the ground and some chewing gum;
I see a man with a cigarette and a girl with a phone.

The big stairs go up, up up
and we will go inside and sit down with our friends.
"It's Story Time!" They will say and we will sing the song.

Excercise Two: Walking on the Moon

It seems so cold where you are,
far in the distance,
hiding from the sun.

My feet would walk on your plane;
floating and jumping
noting your scars and skinned knees.

But from the top of your mountain
I hold my breath--
blue and green shores,


Home is in view.

Excercise One: The Mind's Palm Tree

Somewhere between where I stand and where my mind rests 

the Beyond stretches out its limitless arms. 

It's too far above me to see and too far out of reach

But I can imagine what it might be like. 

It's easy to create an image of a golden gate

or a choir of white robes celebrating in song.

It's fun to imagine skipping from cloud to cloud

in a Mary Poppins fantasy; horse racing with

carousel ponies and tap dancing with penguins. 

I don't think that this is truly what I will find 

When I close my eyes and venture on. 

In fact sometimes I am afraid of the very idea of it, 

The darkness of the unknown, the vastness of space, 

The very concept of a limitless mass of space in time. 

And then it happens. 

A warm hand on my arm, an arm around my waist,

The muffin you left for me on my desk. 

It's in the man who opened the elevator for me

And that warmth that came when I found I wasn't really alone. 

I suddenly realize that I see a glimpse of Heaven every single day.