CC Bloom Poet Free verse

My Pattern Didn't Fit

until it did, for me
within the
shape I designed
for the map of my own life.

My mismatched earrings are
a hamburger,
and a pickle
(to see who is looking,
and paying attention).

Who is playful
today?

Usually, a perceptive
five-year old
catches on
and enjoys the joke.

None of my jewelry
is expensive,
or will worry me if lost.

I am too busy loving life,
this day,
the cardinals,
(singing for no one),
the free coffee,
and the laughs.

I love vivid moments
in the break room,
the haha 
with colleagues,
when our students
are in music class.

I forgot
what we laughed about.
It was too good
for semantic details.

The coffee
was Duncan Donuts:
weak, but worth it.

The snow is melting.
It is boring
and gray, outside. 

The best laughter
doesn’t need a reason.

Miss Haley: your laugh
ignited mine.

When our classroom
was sedate, sleepy
and quiet,
you woke me up. 

Across the hall,
a two-year old
was sitting on your lap
getting his shoes tied. 

You were
being you.

I don’t need to know
the story
behind your laugh.

The richness of it
enriched my day.

My job, my school,
my colleagues
all bring me home.

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