today

connect the dots of the children gathered around the twisting trail of smoke leading up to the ceiling fan. entranced by the beauty of the world as manifested by the smoky swirl of nag champa. overcomfort in the touch of her fingers, the contour of her crossed legs, the smile in her eyes, the cliches of love in my mind. today i stared at the pixels as they formed words like a ouija board. too bad it was just my own sub-conscience spelling what i wanted to read. as the rainwater formed droplets on my lenses, i scuttled to the confines of a classroom. my wandering mind made it impossible to focus on infectious diseases. i instead drifted among the thought bubbles in my mind about the new life that is about to unfold in front of my very eyes...