the perfect lesson
in my first period class
in fifth? disaster

thank goodness for luck
(first hour observation)
and a good review

then onto the day:
grading papers, copies made,
driving the carpool

then circling back
for “emergency group work”
(that’s due tomorrow)

and a crazy booth,
a new and broken scooter,
quick crepes for dinner

the usual groans
for the chores that make our lives
in a wheel of work

weekdays are beast days
with an endless set of hats
that go with nothing

A two-headed cat
Made me forget about poems
Ad everything else

the chaos of days
 marked by appointments, meetings
 (it drives me crazy)
 
 

clarity comes late
 (too many times rejected)
 praise understanding
 
 
 

i’m too exhausted
 to be engaged in the truth
 that is our shadow
 
 
 

what haunts me today:
 overheard conversation
 with the goal: no kids
 
 how free life would be–
 we could always do as pleased
 with no complaining
 
 i could ski all day
 and not have to wait on them
 (or wish they would come)
 
 weekend getaways?
 we could have one once a month
 (and even take hikes)
 
 we could protect Earth
 from all we’re taking from her
 with reproduction
 
 because it’s so hard.
 the constancy is. so. hard.
 when gratitude’s gone
 
 and bickering lives
 in every waking moment
 (even getaways)
 
 so the words we heard?
 amongst pool friends and laughter?
 they sting me slightly.
 
 cause i can see it–
 now that it’s too late, of course–
 i can see the choice.
 
 (it wasn’t my choice–
 i wanted and still want them.
 but it’s not easy)
 
 
 

why have most days been
 let’s just get to tomorrow
 to find out what’s next?
 
 

writing therapy
 is about all i have left
 on Presidents’ Day