Teaching
Every day,
I try my best
To achieve the impossible goal
Of teaching children
Sometimes it’s a puzzle
That I can’t solve,
Where nothing comes together,
And none of the pieces fit
Other times, it’s a dance,
Endlessly rehearsed—
Only the steps keep changing,
And the audience doesn’t care
Sometimes it's a blind search:
An endless groping in the dark
For a light switch that isn’t there,
Or doesn’t work
But then I remind myself
That teaching requires warmth,
And so I take the time to build a fire,
And wait for them to gather ‘round.
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