Teacher

Teacher

Lecturing from my pulpit

On comes a sense of being

Teeming with forgotten ideals

Veiled from the audience

I embark toward the task

Educating in pride and redemption

Crescendos spit forth

Visuals surround the scene

Clinging I lock the moment

A waterfall of encased thought pools

Spilling forth its dilemma

Worrisome soaked ankles

Bear the question

A hurried vision of grandeur

Is that all

This minute space in time

A hush falls from the pulpit

Listeners transplant ego by the dozens

Cupping the wetness

Lasting mantras fuel the seconds

Selfless in all our denial I explain

Ears shutter with vain speech

Want and desire furl with scores of known realities

Bend it all

Seekers seek

Weepers weep

My flock wails

Living with the words

My shared intelligence swords the timidity in the room

Timbre roars from within

Enthralled by the flow all eyes focus on me

Bees in my gospel  

The pages turn furiously

Flightless in their surrender

I capture the scene for a spell

Saving my reward for the windswept streets

Snapshots of my creation

Clutch at my visage

Still with the breeze

The speech travels to an end

I pause and watch

The keeper floats above

Blown from a infinite ledge high above

Circling all sense and reason.