Hallways
His highways
Tonight, a stop
In a classroom
He reaches for a switch
In the dark
One light, casting silhouettes
of his yesterday
Stillness
He sits at a desk
A smoother seat than he remembered
He lays his head down on laminate
once pine
And breathes
A waft of cheese cracker
Enters his nose
Days gone now envelope
That chalkboard
Now makes sense
Calm, facing that lion
He answers back, in silence
His
A different calling
He smiles
Tears warm his cheeks
the seat
Is smoother than before
skipping stones 