She hobbled into class today
On crutches, giving a small sigh,
Sinking into her chair – just behind me.
With the usual smile, I turn
And greet her, then – a pause –
I see the crutches.
"My game yesterday." She offers
No further explanation,
So I don't prod her.
The teacher looks up and asks if she's all right –
"You look a little..."
Tapping her pen twice against her temple,
Giving my friend an inquisitive look.
I turn back to my friend
In time to see almost-tears
Ready to gather in her eyes.
A shaky smile, and a nod:
The teacher understands exactly and nods too.
A whole conversation –
Without any words at all –
Exchanged in the smallest of seconds.
The teacher invites our class to
Quiet down and pull out our writing books,
and then I write this poem.