Maybe it's a teacher thing, or maybe it's just me: I am inordinately excited by the arrival of a new rug for my classroom. (We've made do with unsatisfactory ruglike arrangements for two months.) Our meeting area--where so much talking and listening, teaching and learning go on--is defined by The Carpet, so how the carpet looks and feels is important.
Isn't my new rug beautiful? It's so beautiful I had to write a poem about it.
I lie down by a river
of lightning and leaves.
My arms span a sky
like a mine full of gold;
turtles in treetops nibble my toes.
A cloudburst of apples