Reading “The Whale” with Sofia



End-of-Course Reverie

End-of-Course Reverie

I watch my students

click and decide

if I am a good teacher.

My voice is now silent,

so I try to stir them using only my mind

(but I don’t see anything happening).

I think about what I did

and what I didn’t

and wish I had a few do-overs

until my aching head

reminds me what a bad idea

that would be.

So I tell myself

“It’ll be alright–

or if not, it doesn’t matter (eternally).”

But unfortunately,

I don’t really listen to myself

any better than my students do.

So it comes down to the fruits of a thousand hours,

being placed in four bins to produce one number.

Pretty coarsely-weighed for so dear a harvest.

WDS 4/20/2013