I am a teacher

in my classroom now

an easy day

covering the bases really.

Students are on task

summer school blues

they all want to run

why it is summertime.

Some know the hours

some will return

while I gaze across the room

I wonder about their lives

scanning Facebook

learning Pinterest

the consequence; a semester of rue

realizing the content

of American History,

of English semantics,

of the science of reality,

perhaps knowing the formula,

of so many inherent values

that their lives

their magical brains

kept them at bay with

during the school year.

I look around the room,

see all the gleaming eyes

filled with a natural spiritual love

one they are only now beginning

to accentuate, deliberate,

for life …

I remain hopeful.