To say the room
Was alive
Would be an understatement.
A thousand voices
Coming from a hundred people:
Some were shy,
A low humming drone
And an occasional pause
To set the tone;
Some were wailing
Screaming, flailing
Staining concentration
With manufactured memories
To stay
Focused.
Some were similar but
Not quite as brash;
Like a hummingbird buzzing,
Steering out of the
Car crash.
A graceful flame
Set the mind ablaze
So many small sparks-
The embers fill the page.
Then there’s me
Looking up briefly
And through the verbal violence
Of a thousand thoughts
The room was silent.
By Leon Riccio, Forest Academy
