My computer battery is going dead in 15 minutes
I’ll be making another journey
To my office
To the surge protector
Guarding my cords so as not to experience
The journey of my written works and notes
And lesson plans and emails
And “this will be helpful oneday” files
As they vanish into the atmosphere
Forever and forever
And in several hours
Before I decide to head to bed
I’ll be making the journey to my kitchen
Where my lonely Apple charger cord
Hangs listlessly in the wall awaiting for its friend
The iphone to drop by and connect
Tomorrow morning I’ll make
My usual 5-day a week journey
From my home near a hospital
To a school in downtown
Where I’ll hear slamming lockers,
“Do we have to do THIS?”
And all that comes with
Being a middle school teacher.
I remind my students occasionally.
“I have already been through middle school.”
It’s their turn.
But I’m here as they make their journeys
8th grade and through the hallways
Where they’re like salmon swimming upstream.
And as I begin my journey home after another day
I’ll start all over again
But making sure this time
That when I begin writing on my computer
I won’t have to stop and make that journey to my office to
Plug into the surge protector.
That’s because it bugs me to have to stop my writing journey