It was 2:23pm on a Friday afternoon,
With the Year 10 girls, drifting away,
Their left over laughter lingering on
And a few quiet moments before the Year 7s
Bowl down the corridor in bold anticipation,
Dreaming of poems with delectable rhymes
And books by Roald Dahl, with tongue twisting names.
But in those short minutes with nothing to do,
The teachers all sink into swivelling chairs,
Digging out chocolate and bottles of pop
To keep ourselves ticking for one hour more.
Closing my eyes at 2:23, with just one more lesson,
I feel that the world has paused in its spin,
With the light flitting in through the blinds still not fixed,
I wish that this droplet of perfection in time
Could freeze into ice and hold shape forever.
Those moments exist, dotted throughout,
So open your eyes and look for the sun.