A Day!

Empty. That is the word that keeps pushing at my conscience. Empty. Is it me that is empty or am I just alone and it is the building that is empty? I open the windows and it is as if all of the air is sucked out into Weston to dissipate into the hot afternoon breath of the Everglades. At the edge of the blue sky a dark cloud has risen from the North. If this wasn't Florida I might mistake it for the velvet shadow of a mountain on the edge of a plain. But this is something else. something moving, movable, unstoppable. Clouds holding large raindrops as wet and round as elephant tears are moving forward like a slow wave in a lonely ocean. And I know now where the emptiness is calling from. I have not given homework. I have sent my students forth after a quiz and a worksheet with their schedules empty. Perhaps it is just a reflection of my thoughts manifest in my actions. Empty. The rain is falling now. Washing the skies clear again. The clouds are rolling away. The sky, the building, myself, all of it, empty.