The school, emptied
goes silently blind, each window dark
under clouds, an unseeing eye
chilled grey
in the yard, hard brown bricks
hold fast
to the bolts
of a basketball hoop
no bells ring, no children cascade
out the doors, noisy, half-fledged
running to fly, flapping
boots coats hats mitts
one boy, unschooled, his basketball’s
tenor bounce sings hollow
echoes off tarmac, rim,
silent brick wall
Venice, Piazzale Roma: no tourists, no boats
By the unshadowed waters of a pandemic canal
one duck builds her nest, warms her clutch
awaits undisturbed
Spring’s quiet return.
Notes
1. As of March 23, 2020, although school playgrounds in Guelph Ontario were not yet officially closed, very few children were leaving their homes.
2. `Nature is taking back Venice’: wildlife returns to tourist-free city’, The Guardian, International Edition, March 20, 2020
Love the tactile images in this piece.
Wonderful, Susan, thanks.
Dear Susan, I love this gentle haunting poem.
Mary Corkery
i love the title – Unschooled – its double meaning, and the stark sounds:
silently blind, basketball tenor bounce echoes off tarmac, silent brick wall.
Susan, thanks for this gift to my ears.