I arrived at school this morning and saw the big, pink comfy chair sitting in my reading/writing center. It called to me. I wanted to sit, but I know if I do, nothing will get done. I started this poem instead. One of my students told me I could call it Whiny Wednesday....
I don't want to correct papers
I don't want to teach
I don't want to do nothin'
Just for today
I want to be the kid in the comfy chair
in the hall
in my sweats
I want to put my earbuds in and
I want to play with my own writing
Throw the words around on paper
and see how they fit
I want to open a new book and
sink into its world
not coming up to breathe
I shut the door on the very last page
Just for today....