May 27, 2013



Having just discovered that your entire body

Fits into a box

A box that had been cast off and left for trash

Your diligence in

Exploring, experiencing and explaining

This what-we-thought-was-an-empty thing

Interrupts our teacher planning

In awe, now we are all giggling.

And at your request

I sit beside you

Playing with your fingers

Finger puppets

Of animals and people

Stories I can’t quite catch

Now, front row seats

At a first-run theater

This empty box


About the poem:

Why I don’t mind that my teaching salary is one-fourth of my previous engineering salary. Most days the benefits are worth their weight in gold!







About the Author joangregerson

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