Waking each day, 

a coffee to drink

a teacher at dawn

 

Meeting in the middle,

grading pages at the table

a sunset of essays

 

How to make a mind

a lover to learning

a sun resting at midnight

 

Not enough time

to teach this mind,

without forgetting

the other

 

A student’s dream

is like a chariot,

fleeting and being

pulled by eager stallions

 

How to make sure that

the passion in which you teach,

does not get mistaken

for fire light against

wax carved children

 

Candles that can dwindle,

start fires in forests

and heat up a heart

 

A teacher making sure they

light their match but

do not burn their fingertips

 

Helios who sees and hears

every whisper and every note

passed by fleeting fingers

 

He only tries to make 

their days by graded A’s,

only to have them have

their head rested on palms

 

How do you teach

a soul to listen

without taking 

away their voice

 

Starting each day,

a coffee to drink

a teacher at dawn

 

Meeting in the middle,

grading pages at table

a sunset of essays

 

How to make a mind,

a lover to learning

a sun resting at midnight

 

Helios, the sun god

 

Sol, a chariot rider

 

Teacher, a heart

that students cannot carry