Moving Day
Shaun Ingalls
Today I have to put the contents of 2019-2020
into dozens of cardboard boxes,
number them, put my name on them,
and hope they find me again.
This double-wide box has seen things:
puppet shows, musicals, lip syncs, poetry orations,
standardized testing, open houses, prom night invites,
observations, staff meetings, staff development,
tears of joy, tears of frustration.
This year didn’t end as planned.
The seniors didn’t get to finish together.
The juniors didn’t get to AP stress together.
We didn’t get to sign our yearbooks together.
So, stop by next year and visit me.
Take in a big whiff of that new-classroom-smell,
and we’ll try to make up for lost time.