WRITING A POEM AT SCHOOL

There were voices in the next room,
and across the lacrosse field
there were yells,
and a plane was passing over
in the soothing sky,
and his fingers were clicking
on the keyboard,
calling for feelings to come forth
and follow each other
across the computer screen.

It was a time of triumph --
for the youthful voices,
and the unperturbed plane,
and his carefree, hopeful fingers.