Today’s prompt is to write a distance poem, but you are not restricted to physical distance. In light of the overflow of papers and projects awaiting assessment on my desk, I wrote a poem about teachers and the distance between the classroom and the sand.
Going the Distance
We’re trying to figure out
How many weeks left till
April, May, June: Twelve weeks.
And that still seems
Like a long time.
But much less than thirty-six,
Which is where we started.
And I think,
But still a full third to go.
The distance between now and then
Wavers and changes shape
Like the swirling time outside the Tardis.
With all there is to teach, to learn, to grade
There is not enough time.
The days roll swiftly by.
And yet, that same staggering summit of
Teaching, learning, grading,
Makes the summer seem so very far away.
The distance from this chair to the beach
Winds its way through curriculum maps
And mountains of papers always threatening to
Avalanche off my desk,
Leaving me clearing the debris before
We can march forward.