The Search

Tim Kercher

The dog tracked into the classroom

as we slunk into the hallway—

its German Shepherd-wolf mix

mane extending like a small quasar

of coffee and night, the dark

orifice of nose as its epicenter,

the very center of the universe

launching into book

bags, backpacks, purses

populating the vast sky

of my classroom: the sensation

of sensation searching

for what can only be perceived

through a whiff

like the half-finished poems

on the desks of my students.