A Sunday of Yeshiva HS Parent Teacher Conferences

MONDAY, DECEMBER 20, 2004

There is nothing
Less apt right now
Than writing a poem.

I’m a grown up
Surrounded by more
Teachers like me
Counting down to
The end of a long
Long day of meetings
Where we tell parents
Who their children are
Until six hours later
The minions dwindle
And we huddle and conspire
Drinking Snapple and
Reading The Week In Review
Complaining too loudly into cells.

So I would never betray my peers
And sit quietly writing poetry
As I take in the humanity
Of the forty seven humans I met eyes with today.