is it my imagination
or are
gargoyles
beginning
to look
more human
these days?
–
“in fact, i have never met anyone who didn’t like gargoyles.”
-keith david
it amazing to watch
as the lightbulb goes on
and
the transformation begins
when
those who have long names
quickly learn
to adopt
a shorter nickname
that they suddenly really love
(but only when written down)
once they have to
go through the process
of writing it all out.
—
sebastian becomes ‘seb’
elizabeth becomes ‘liz’
anniston becomes ‘ana’
christian becomes ‘chris’
and then
there is always
the one
who gets caught up in the spirit of things
and
jumps on
the shortcut bandwagon
just because
like when
kim becomes ‘km’.
—
“working hard and working smart
sometimes can be two different things.”
-byron dorgan
as another school year
draws to a close
my time on the bus
is almost over
and
i think
i’ll miss
all the action:
who sits with who
who lost their coat
who forgot their bag
who needs a band-aid
who has the wrong bag
who sat by the window last
who didn’t bring their boots
who has trouble sitting at all
who was supposed to stay at school
who is crying, laughing, squealing, bouncing?
it might be me.
—
“i’d rather go by bus.”
– prince charles
unlocked the door
with the secret key
climbed way up high
into the secret tower
with
the kinders
up and up and up
the
spiral staircase
with
stone walls
tiny windows
brave hearts
and
a wondrous view from the top.
—
“a well-ordered life is like climbing a tower;
the view halfway up is better than the view from the base,
and it steadily becomes finer as the horizon expands.”
-william lyon phelps
it’s naptime
in the kinder room
one ‘sleeps’ in the cot garage
and
a hand reaches out
one ‘sleeps’ outside
barely on her cot
and
sees the signal
secret notes
get passed
in silence
letters
and
numbers
and
pictures
and
very, very
important scribbles
of all kinds.
let the spy games begin.
—
in my head, i think i’d make a perfect spy,
but in reality, i don’t think i’d fare very well.
the playground community
was worried
and
unsure what to do
how to help
there had been an accident
it had happened to one of their own
one’s hair somehow
got wound around
the button of another
the two involved
sat down next to each other
(no other logistical choice really)
one put her arm around the other
one big one
helped them to unwind it
one turned away
unsure how to help
one stood by
ready to help
one stood at a safe distance
watching closely
helping by being near
and
in the end
all was well
once more.
—
without a sense of caring, there can be no sense of community.
anthony j. d’angelo