the teachers in the lounge
they speak of babies, and kids, and classrooms
it’s grocery-line talk
they do this every day, and I have been invited.
They spotted me, going to the coffee machine
“Hey, all we know about you, is that you dress a certain way
drink coffee, and drive that little truck.”
I look at them, mutilating their lives with conversation
Am I above them?
But my ideas are, and I have the idea
that this is insane!
The principal is getting his water, from the watering hole
“How’s your day going?” I ask.
“It’s not boring,” he said.
When I was a kid, there were some days
I couldn’t wait
to wake up for
and as an adult, I just try to sleep-in
The years go by, quickly
Soon, I’ll be dead.
I think about, what my life would be like
if I didn’t go to work
“You’re wasting your time!” My parents would say. “Don’t you think you should be making something of this life?”
It’s been a long time since I woke up at sunrise,
and watched the sunset,
from the woods.
“Are you staying busy?” The principal asked me in the hallway.
Doesn’t he know his life is going to be over?
It’s like they can’t wait for that.