Today’s topic of honesty or dishonesty fit well with my teaching schedule as I spent 90 minutes with my seniors discussing plagiarism and examining examples thereof. Yet dishonesty is not the direction I went tonight when I was finally able to sit down and write my poem.
It is a bright sun-shiny day
That we all look forward too.
Everyone rejoices when the skies clear
And the warmth returns.
We all run to be outside,
To bask in its goodness,
To revel in its clarity,
To rejoice in its openness.
But by mid-afternoon the heat
We wilt under its scrutiny,
Grow irritable in its humidity,
Become snappish in its oppressiveness.
That same sun, that same brightness
Which we praised and extolled
Becomes the weight we decry.
We want to be children of the light
But we are afraid of what may be
Brought to light.
We need faith to remain