in preparation again

in front of me the rising empty rows
chairs all in place the hemicycle looks
actively waiting like libraries for books
the time between classes quickly goes
and nothing of significance yet shows
now i weigh words and bait my hooks
though i will catch nor fish nor crooks
they'll all look up innocent as does
the time to think time to get in place
the words and images is here and now
something is magic in an empty room
what comes hereafter i know how to trace
the meaning of the purpose and the vow
knowledge i hope will come into full bloom