It’s ok.Write happy poems about punctuation
And how darling an ellipse is when it appears on every page of a children’s book.
Early morning darkness wraps around me,
The relief of finally having slept through the night,
(Even if it means waking very early
and still calling it “through the night” because I didn’t see the clock before 3am)
dampened by the nightmare that violated my sleep.
Memory colouring the noir this morning.
As I worry about ineffective struggle.
*poetry is hard sometimes… still taking risks for student learning even though this one feels a bit raw…
