First Year Of Teaching All Over Again

It feels like my first year of teaching all over again, Sort of. Everything is new, Only I know a lot of things feel Old. Everything is uncertain, Only I know what it’s like to feel Certain. Everything is out of control, Only I know that I’ve had a taste of Control. And so I’ve worked this week to gain control— To accomplish one thing in many parts and have it Under my belt— Even if it’s not due for Months… Because, friends— It’s the best I can do this week: I who am grasping for something Tangible, Certain, and Controllable In a world that is anything but so. Maybe you’re there with me, too? And maybe that’s okay. Because maybe we’ll be okay. Because we made it through our “first year of teaching” The first time. We can do it again.