I used to teach at a small at-risk charter school in Boulder, commuting 400 miles each week by bike and bus. Although I left the school to care for my daughters last July, they invited me back to host their annual poetry jam. This is a short poem I read between performances. I wrote it when I was making that vicious commute everyday.
I am indentured to your ocean.
I am a serf to your waves.
The tides have finally begun to rise, my love,
those ebbs which daily draw me out,
nd churn me in the brine,
are finally bringing me home.
Wait for me at the water’s edge, my love,
I’ll be there soon.
