Strike

There was a strike in my class . A crowd of students pushing each other. I want to go first and see the show. Inspiration of another kind led to something else. Shells on a beach together sealed in place. Waves so high making a great display. A little precious thing that was born on this day. Joyful playing times but I can’t remember any. A useful ink pen that wrote a journey. A pocket that had a hole that I couldn’t see. The clouds are crying water is falling from them. The world is speechless know but I can’t hear. It doesn’t matter tomorrow will come they will speak again.