THOUGHTS

In the morning his thoughts

are as light as feathers.

He feels them floating

just above him

as he sits at his desk.

Each thought that comes to him

floats effortlessly up

to join the others.

He keeps typing,

and the thoughts continue

to ascend

and drift near the ceiling.

They stay with him

all day long,

these hovering thoughts,

every so often

lifting him

just off the classroom floor

as he’s teaching.