why untitled, unwritten?

I once labeled everything before it was written, until I found it kept too many words away. Now I am leaving the unwritten untitled, until it grows into a name.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

123 Words

They have to move.  Desks shift across the room.  Screeeech. The plastic caps have broken off the feet and the chairs scrape on the floor.  And the kids, they’re awake suddenly.  This one jumps up from his seat.  “Sit down!” you have to say, again, or is it the first time today?

This is what happens each day.  These kids have to shift and move because they’re growing, or tired, or too wide awake, or hungry.  They have energy shifting all around inside them, and so they have to move.  Here, in the front of the room, their movement takes purpose.  He will read the story, and she will perform.  Then, finally, they will move and loosen their excitement and, you hope, learn.

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