On the return to study - a Ghazal
I sit at a desk in a quiet large room, in a return to study.
My pen roams the line of its own volition, in a return to study.
I listen to scraping of metal along wooden floors, squeaking of
chairs, coughing, sneezing, in all positions, as they return to study.
Across all the space, fingers are tapping, keyboards are clicking,
shaping thoughts and ideas, on a mission, in a return to study,
to finish a work, to start
a new train from an unformed haze
haul into words by the decision to return to study
to capture, to shape, form a piece of fine work that will attract
applause, win a good grade and fruition, because of return to study.
quiet and pain excitement will reign inside of the chest,
word follows word, become ammunition in the return to study.
Until finally sorted, reread and reworded, the manuscript done,
Pierre all bound up in completion, to end the return to