Begins
The weather is not quite ready
To cooperate
With this whole idea
Of moving back into the classroom
And out of the sunshine
Away from soft sand
On to polished tile
Forgoing bikes and sandals
For sneakers squeaking on the gym floor
I'm not quite ready
For the rapid shift from sitting shoulder to shoulder
Counting fireflies and stars
To the 24 inch gap between us
As we punch numbers into our calculators
And graph the space between September and June.
This poem is about:
Me
My community