Chalk

Chaos swirling
around me,
I'm not paying attention;
not a novelty.

I just sit
and stare.
I don't aknowledge the world
or care.

Slowly,
carefully,
I gather the image
around me.

I compose myself
and no one knows
that I sit there
and my brain goes

somewhere else
when they talk
and lecture me.
Like a drawing of chalk,

it is barely imprinted,
then washed away,
because I really don't need
to hear what they say.