November 16, 2019

4^th GRADE DESK

It was my desk, my observation point,

to see the front half of the classroom -

to see the teacher and all else - but ….

I liked the secret compartment below

the brown wooden top of my desk -

even though it was open - semi-private.

The round ink well - hole - was there,

but it had no ink bottle in it. A moveable

Waterman’s ink bottle had taken its place

I was still a me - never once wondering

who else sat in my wooden desk in years

gone by. I was just a kid, still unconscious.

I never wondered who J  G  was - two letters

carved in the upper front edge of my desk.

Years later it would be others - but not yet.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019