the miracle
is found in the pause

just the wait
after one child
“Hey, look, it’s snowing!”
all turn to see teaspoon-sized flakes

teacher crosses her arms
adjusts
hands on hips
an attempt to look bigger
large and in charge

but like the children
she thinks of home
of hearth and health and kin
commute
tripped up

caught in the net of beauty

she pauses to watch the snow
the miracle of the pause

the moment suspended, the magic of sideways snow
of snow falling up
out the window
white flakes
fleeting
unmasked
carefree
heading home