Last week

Reflecting back is a practice I’ve let slip away.
Now, as the world loses shape,
my ritual rekindles.

Frustrated by an inability
to give needed things
other pathways open,  and offer sprigs of promise.

Ebooks on overdrive to feed reading lives
Schedules to meet in two-d
Budding student agency sprouts to-do lists, to be on time, to learn, to try

Hope wonders out loud, when will school start again?
Countered by One, next time will be next year.
I smile and say, we don’t know,

yet,
privately mourning projects left on tables, charts posted on walls,
and books that sit unopened.

 

4 thoughts on “Last week

  1. This is truth, “privately mourning projects left on tables, charts posted on walls,
    and books that sit unopened.” All those books on my shelves gathering dust with no small hands to hold them. Ah, me.

  2. So much great poetry here. I love that “books sit” where students so recently sat—yet obviously your students are open, “budding student agency,” to what fertilizer you provide; you’re not leaving that field unsown. Hang in there. This poem is proof of what adversity can nurture.

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