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the empty one in her hand
giving off no light
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certain that the others’ light
will guide her footsteps
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hillsides absorbing the light
from ten thousand lamps
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Carpe Diem: “Lantern Festival”
More Three Word Wednesday: “Empty, Certain, Absorb”
A house in Zacatecas, México
Small catrina figure on a table outside a shop in Tonalá, Jalisco, México
Stone of remembrance atop a headstone, Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
Ice-skating rink, Plaza de Armas, Zacatecas, México
Sometimes I think I can teach forever.
Sometimes the dark circles under my eyes
tell me that it’s foolish to try to teach one more hour.
Last night the angels of sleep
interrupted my erotic dream,
laughed at me in my distress!
Now it’s five o’clock Monday morning
and I’m propping up my head with one hand
while writing this lament with the other.
I’d like to forget my lesson plans
and start reading a good book
until I fall asleep again,
waking up around noon
to write fragments of poetry
or a letter to a friend.
Instead, I have to eat breakfast, shower
and change into something suitable for work.
Then I have to drag my weary body
into my classroom where sixteen sullen students
with learning disabilities
will watch me impassively as I try to teach them
about figurative language:
Simi—what? Meta—who? Personifi—why?
We don’t care.
Is their theft of my time worth it,
their theft that leaves me wasted?
Today, probably not.
But tomorrow or the day after
something might change.
And that is the hope that keeps me going,
the grace that spurs me on,
even when all the light is gone
and all I want to do
is crawl back under the covers.
Beavertail Cactus (Opuntia basilaris) in bloom, April 2015, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
can no one quench the burning
of the holy flame?
~~ ~~ ~~
When mountains burn, panicked creatures flee.
Autumn sunrise, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
rising as balloons
a thousand clouds at daybreak—
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
one more day’s journey
without a destination—
I lay down my flute