I haven’t written a poem in a few months. Don’t judge me. These are the words I choose to recite while getting back to work tomorrow.

I’ll drag my feet to the classroom,
but,
once present,
these words will flow
these ideas will go
these desks will hold
these minds will know
these markers will glide
these works will clarify
these lessons will fly
these students will, too

These students who society finds problematic
Will solve these here problems

I shall bear witness
And drag my feet back home
Weary from exhausting the day’s possibilities.

Blessed.