Meltdown

Sometimes it seems a meltdown is needed, a necessary thing.  Having an office next to a nursery school teaches me new things every morning.  

There is a child

Having a meltdown

Outside my office door.

I know how he feels.

The day is gray and rainy.

Lunch is not to his liking.

His mother has yet

To materialize.

You name it

There is probably more.

Meanwhile the adults offer

Continuing calm voices.

They will soak him up

With a sponge

When it is over.

Dry the tears.

Already I hear the gulps.

They signal the end

Of the meltdown.