Poem: August 23, 2021

Confession

Not to be a creeper,

but I like to watch you all

while you work together,

so serious and casual,

like a working lunch

and a sleepover, meeting

in my classroom. I think

my joy comes from some

sense of myself at your age,

as if you are a living photo

album, a scrapbook reminder

of how it felt to love my friends,

their voices and their hands,

and to love the strange

new lands that our minds

could inhabit, explore and 

define together, how we 

could be so funny, so smart

and amazing to each other.

I like seeing you and 

remembering what it’s like

To have all that room to expand.