Glade of spirits- origin myth in the eyes of <br />My classroom, <br />And there are eyes, dark brown and dark blue <br />And all over my classroom, <br />Trying to discover things, skateboarding, <br />And trying to make sure everything turns out <br />Alright- <br />And I am not trying to control this menagerie: <br />I am just trying to make sure that it <br />Is beautiful, <br />While the children of your father skip down <br />The path underneath of which the <br />Airplanes fly, <br />And beside of which the cypress trees grow, <br />And the ocean’s waves leap and frolic; <br />This is for them, <br />And for your children that will disappear into <br />School tomorrow, <br />As I try to impress you anonymously, <br />As I just try to survive down the river that is <br />Too wide to dream across <br />Without waking up and realizing the mistakes <br />That happen altogether through its wide <br />And beatific course.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-waking-up/
