I'm moving slower tonight than
on most nights, sore from yard work,
mentally exhausted from reading
student work, caught in the flow
of a term's ending, aware that
next year will be my last. Teaching has been a security
blanket. Already my fall class
is full with a waiting list, four months
before the first day of class.
Soon I will exchange this token
of existence for another - and
without getting paid for it. My life, which must seem simple
to others, is much too busy and
scattered for me. I am not yet
close to simplicity but I strive
to get there. I think I will succeed
with Sketch as my mentor. | 
