In that space of knowing Something needs to be done But not knowing What it is What to do Where to go How to say it What to feel I lace my sneakers And press the soles into soil softened By an overnight rainstorm In that space of knowing I should be writing But not …
Do not be the concrete pier
anchored firmly in the mud
Do not be the path ahead
that falters in the flood
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Watch this! Spirit commanded with a shout
as sentient beings lumbered out
of their hibernations where
their skins had become pale and fair
Sometimes we need to take
one step back
from the chaos
in the world
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Our last class discussion
was devoted
to calming the fears
of eleven year olds
The children you want to send to my classroom
in the fall
are not
the same children who left my classroom
in the winter.
Sunrise
is non-billable therapy for
loneliness
When was
the
last
time
Are you going to be
the same person
at the end of the pandemic
as you were
at the beginning?
Distilling my day
into words
should not be so difficult.
