Teaching

A lone student’s shifty eyes
follow my ramble through
the rows of desks, hunched shoulders,
slouched shoulders, and
perilous backpacks askew on the floor.
How did I,
who know so little,
become “master” of this domain?
Sometimes, sun nudges fog away,
the squeak of chairs, tap of feet, turn of pages
slows as concentration settles the room;
my moment to ease into a desk and
join together in the labor of writing.