What Crosses My Mind

  • We Cannot Choose

    Search the horizon, acknowledge the occasional bump, maybe a blemish, a stained reality screaming aloud. Pause to breathe, yet don’t step away, keep your eye on obligation, imagine the pearl in the rough awakening, striving and helpless, until time graced innocence accentuates grief’s consequence. Well ahead there exists a euphoric sunrise, perhaps grayed with callous…

  • Our Charges Return

    Streaming in waves, in smiles and raves, the children are arriving this morning, we will welcome all of you with open arms, readied our rooms, and ironed our ties, the days ahead are only meant for you. innocent eyes, and worrisome nights, children of our halls, determined and right. ~ I stepped into the constant…

  • What We Do

    On a near morning, duty will call, the rise of another nation of children, all eager minds willing to listen only if provided our correct animation. Methodical minds will test the limits while the year winds with levels of commotion. We need to return our lives are their mortar feel the grains, the seed when…

  • Who Do We Serve?

    I open my curtains and the light shatters the room with brilliance, such is the life of a teacher on opening day of the school year. Fresh minds invade the quiet peace of a marble castle only to gradually tear down the mortar slivered throughout walls of academic prowess. These are our children, these are…

  • Watch Me Unravel

    I stand before you with all the humanity I can possibly muster, yet, I will be sure to cover it up with some facade of well being. ~ I realize we must bring to our students the best of our wares, and while doing so, I will need to be a guiding mentor indeed. ~…

  • Standards and Values

    oh to delineate the mix of passions, when all the heads converge in mourning, the start of their own quiet circus, to be revealed upon the main stage. ~ Theirs is a craft unlike any other, a territorial nirvana perhaps in eyes solo to the universe. Nearby, questions always remain, tamed in discretion. ~ What…

  • The Door is Open

    How remarkable to imagine another period of our lives measured in time, in knowledge, in hopes, in tribulations, in grief, in discovery, in coming of age, the doors are opening all across the horizon, in each avenue of growth, in every challenge to our passion. the doors are opening to allow minds to become alert…

  • 3rd Desk From The Wall

    I sit down alone here, my desk, my refuge for the hour, no one can touch me here oh there might be eyes, occasional grunts, perhaps even a wad of paper, beyond that I have a teacher knows I sit here I sit in the 3rd desk from the wall every day until yesterday. ~…

  • School Doors Knocking

    I can hear the sound at night, the clasp when the handle shakes as the door slams shut. This is not an offensive sound, simply the mechanics of the entry to my classroom. Tonight, while I lay in bed, having usurped the beauty of summer’s heat, my head is gradually shifting, a knowing, necessary accentuate…

  • A Teacher’s Lament

    Where to now the speaker suggests, wondering how to run away, or perhaps the willingness to stay is stronger than any of their behests. ~ We live lives mapped on calendars those we glance to progress trying to maximize less all in the nature of being their mentors. ~ How quickly we notice the summer…