haunted by nightmares
 was how this morning began:
 insomniac’s fate
 
 but then he woke me
 with the love he always has
 (embedded in lust)
 
 and then a work day–
 every basket now empty
 (this school year’s first time)
 
 and a lunch offer
 out in the sun and crowd free
 where hope lies waiting
 
 tonight? i’ll sleep well
 praying for a fresh new day
 of this teacher life