Realizations

 Realizations

Of a Teacher, On June 9th

It’s a pleasure to blot out a coffee stain from my new pink tank top, 

with cold soap and water.

It’s a pleasure to remember a friend,

that I haven’t seen in months.

. 

I could drop a little note,

It’s a pleasure imagining them finding it.

It’s a pleasure to unpack from a trip,

sniff sagebrush and sweat from my tee-shirts,

smoke on my fleece,

watch pale sand pour out of my socks,

in all different directions. 

It’s a pleasure to notice two random buttons,

sitting in the corner of my suitcase.

It’s a pleasure to walk from my bedroom to the living room,

and place these two buttons into a box that holds buttons for safe keeping.

It’s a pleasure to catch a glimpse of the hip high grass growing in the backyard,

and contemplate a day I might set out to trim it.

It’s a pleasure to spot my youngest stumble from his bedroom,

well after 10 AM. 

Hair shooting with porcupine quills.

Bright chocolate eyes and plans ready to distill.

It’s a pleasure to listen -

To him, spewing off his list of ambitions for the day,

A free open slate.

It’s a pleasure to let positive entropy,

Do what it intends.

It’s a pleasure to chauffeur him around,

To a reservoir full of fish, a field of juggling soccer balls, and a gym with roly polies tangling themselves on a cushioned mat.

It’s a pleasure to sip the same cup of coffee all day,

Reheating it for 45 seconds in two hour intervals.

Philosophizing with my older son,

whether he should cut his hair or grow it longer.

It’s a pleasure to feel a roll of blubber over my jeans,

To breathe in, and gently exhale..

It’s a pleasure to be OK with this hodge podge place we reside.

It’s a pleasure to be,

Not a busy bee.