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