What Crosses My Mind

  • First Days

    There is a certain pull a potential a need to feel that rotating wheel of some significance the quest, we guessed, in first days the moment of truth perhaps or better suggested that moment when opportunity strikes that initial fever pitch ~ Let’s hang on gonna be a roller coaster doesn’t mean you’ll fall off…

  • Three Kids Talking

    They were saying things like, too much information, to interfere would set me apart, there would be pushback, everyone of us knows it exists, what difference would it make, could it possibly be interpreted, wait that last one had to be a teacher, students don’t think about all those matters that matter, wait don’t be…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Now

    It did happen, and we said hello, and shared memory. we even reminded each other why it mattered. we wanted to go back there if just for a moment, but the time was too … well we never really figured out why. Yet we are the same human beings we always were, same thoughts inside…

  • Vacant Stares

    If we could, step inside the mind of each, we would discover worlds of laughter above, yearning, pressing, wishing we might teach each of them the key to learning … love. For when I step off my ladder, explore the new ideal rather than ignore the immediacy of that ludicrous scrutiny, I become sadly aware…

  • At Seventeen Again

    Years later, I returned, I didn’t ask, I just recall the time I lived there, alone in my own quiet space, lumbering vacant emotions were near. I glance around the hallways see the faces exist alone together, happy, smiling, crying, scared defiant, denied, demands, devoid of all the worry that years later, their lives will…