I will call it
as I see it
from the ever-shifting sands
at the shoreline
looking out
over the vast and raging sea
called School
nowadays
so much debris
in those rolling waves
flotsam and jetsam
of curriculum
of standards
a wreckage of data
certainly broken systems
and even “learning decay”
-phew-
how’s that
for positivity
it is not
that I don’t have faith
I do
I believe in kids
I believe in teachers
I believe in overcoming
I also believe
everyone doesn’t believe
and I know
as I hear the crashing waves
and the gnashing teeth
that the current
will drown us all
if we pull
apart
if only
if only
I could build a sturdy ship
I’d name it
Collaborative Spirit
and
if I could just get everyone
on board
we’d sail
over
and through
and beyond
what we can even
imagine
together
it’s just that
one person
can’t build a ship
(or relation-ship)
alone
no
building the
Collaborative Spirit
takes all hands
on deck
that’s how I call it
that’s how I see it
from the ever-shifting sands
at the shoreline
looking out
over the vast and raging sea
called School
nowadays

Wooden ship on the Rupsa River (Bangladesh). joiseyshowaa. CC BY-SA 2.0