Motes of dust swirl
Through the air
I know I should focus
But I know what they’re teaching and
My mind is ablaze
From all the noise
The scritch of pencils
The loud voices
The buzz of the too bright lights
Motes of dust swirl
Around and around in the air current
All that I can see
I look down at my school-issue tablet
And the work I am supposed to do
It pulses in and out of focus
I look up again and
Motes of dust swirl
In an entrancing pattern
A bucket of water for my burning mind
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC
Motes of dust swirl
Through the air
I know I should focus
But I know what they’re teaching and
My mind is ablaze
From all the noise
The scritch of pencils
The loud voices
The buzz of the too bright lights
Motes of dust swirl
Around and around in the air current
All that I can see
I look down at my school-issue tablet
And the work I am supposed to do
It pulses in and out of focus
I look up again and
Motes of dust swirl
In an entrancing pattern
A bucket of water for my burning mind
I wrote this poem for a class, where we had to make a piece of writing exactly 100 words. I found it to be an interesting challenge and it taught me how to create a meaningful piece with so few words.
