When The Morning Bus Arrived

The other pupils did what they were told.

When the morning register was called, I was silent. My silence was enough. My name is silent, like the true Name of God. The teachers never understood. When the morning

Bus arrived; I was elsewhere.

I walked the streets like a cat giving my dinner money to the homeless.

 

I didn’t need to eat.

I had books sitting under the shade of a tree in the park. Sometimes a friend would join me, smoking as I read and stroking my hair. She said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her silence was enough.

 

On those rare days I did attend, I sat at my desk with the boredom obvious upon my face,

The teacher telling me to get on with my work. Blessed, I finished the work quickly and proceed to make the pupil next to me laugh.

I get a warning. We are given homework to be handed in the next day. The teacher

Tells me I better complete it or I will be in trouble.

 

The next day when the morning

Bus arrived; I was elsewhere. I walked the streets like a cat

giving my dinner money to the homeless.

 

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

You were an invisible pupil, sometimes there. sometimes not, but the interest was definitely not in the least there. You had better things on your mind, like reading in the park under a tree. School was to structured for you; you needed the freedom to roam and feel. When I was young, I skipped school many times...needed the freedom. Nice write
Best,
B.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Danny. I liked the storyline and the character. Your description allowed the reader to grasp the thoughts of the main character. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote