It is with a clear mind that I step into school year 2018/19.
A teacher again. A target, a poem, a beauty queen or hag, A teacher again.
Brisk stride, again. It's mine.
Creating a space within a space. I don't need it all, the space, that is.
I will accept compensation and keep my perimeter guarded, smiling.
I can post grades and nod my head, I can speak quietly in a room full of noisemakers and be heard,
I can connect or not connect,
whichever is best.
Considering the adequate remuneration, yes,
give me the name of Teacher, Again.
9/4/18