Wrinkles In My Mind

5th grade I remember the air raid drills sitting tight against the wall arms folded behind our cow licked heads waiting for the all clear call as the red bear menace waddled up and down the hall 5th grade even more than the air raid drills I remember Mr.Werner with that soft -gentle voice -musky cologne calling his boys to his desk to slowly fondle away our innocence... and what of that paper mâché cave in the back of the classroom I somehow avoided that hole of darkness I hear others weren't as fortunate. At the end of each day after he was done with us playthings... he would read aloud a chapter of "a wrinkle in time" in that soft-gentle voice- Arthur! you're 86 years old now, time to come clean. I hear the cave children are finally coming out to birth the truth from those gravid days... They say you've turned off your phone won't answer the door, transferred ownership of your home... Trapped in a paper mâché cave of your own making..ha ha! I think I'll join the cave children in the fray to help smooth out the wrinkles in our minds.