I wake up to the sirens of dawn
Raindrops mercilessly pounding at my window
My warm dorm replaced with an igloo
Frost bursting from my nose.
I groan. I-want-to-go-back-to-sleep.
But I get up.
I throw on my clothes,
Throw God a kiss and run out the door.
The cold likes to mess with me.
I shiver so hard that I am crying
Until my ride pulls up.
I clamber in, my inner sobs subside
As I feel the conditioner soothing my tired body
But now I just want to remain in the car forever and ever.
But I get out.
I run walk to the school, my thoughts furry and blurry
From no sleep, from frost, the good mornings of others bubbling at my ears but I don't feel like saying good morning back
I want my bed I want my bed I want my bed I want--
A little girl flies in my arms.
My thoughts pop as I look down at her
Her eyes shimmering for more learning
What does she want to learn?
I smile and hug her back.
Soon a flood of students come and greet me,
Ready for my words to spill
Ready for my arms to comfort
Ready for my eyes to look at them with annoyance, with surprise, with understanding
They can't afford for me to fall.
I am not tired anymore.
How can I when I have my lovely students to teach?