It was the packet of poetry that reminded me
I was in the wrong decade,
that I was teaching the class,
not the teacher who had retired long ago.
His haughty and confident saunter always made me smile,
part desire, part admiration.
It’s a confidence I’ve never quite felt, though sometimes
when the clapping is loud enough,
and the drum beats are hit hard enough
and the melody is strong enough,
I can feel it.
I hold it, until the song ends and I open my eyes
and I’m left sitting, staring
at the affirmations I’ve posted at my desk to remind me.
State College, PA
April 23, 2014