Poem a Day: 9

It’s been a really difficult day. I knew I would have to deal with it sooner or later, but I truly hadn’t prepared myself for the intense feeling of grief that would follow Governor Wolf’s announcement that all PA schools would be closed until the end of the year. I really thought that this is what would happen, and there’s even relief in no longer having to guess. Still, I kind of thought that we would have a chance to say goodbye. School continues on the virtual plane, but it will not be the same, and I am grieving.

Today’s prompts are “My House” and an ekphrastic challenge.

Home. Room.
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

I forget who distilled the idea—
that the friendships we build
here in the tangible world
create actual structures
in the spiritual realms,
that we must take the utmost care
to make our friendships sound and safe.
Who knows who will reside there
in the spaces we have crafted
with our loving attention
or callous disregard?

So, now that our classrooms are empty,
our hallways ringing with silence,
how shall we maintain the soundness
of the fine and shining edifices
we’ve been constructing in school?
We’ll need to trust that our stories,
our careful discussions,
our scholarly questions,
even our sleepiness,
our boredom,
our grinding of teeth
as we wait for the clock to run out,
will hold up this house
so we can finish the building
with elegance and style.

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