what is the lesson here?

its enough
that these pencils are sharp,
right?

the crayons
are equitably assembled.

the seats,
ample in accessible sample.

snack basket
full of nutfreebies,
the wiped whiteboard
holds no ghosts
of calculations past,
the clock ticks
in circumnavigational confidence;
hope those batteries are fresh.

my desk, disappeared.
because they needed more space.

I noticed that.
I knew that.
I loved that
teachable moment.
especially when
the we,
feeds
back, at
me.

windows closed,
plant watered,
fish fed,
and
books shelved.
this stage is brightly set.

pieces of provocation
breadcrumbed around
this wilderness
lit up
with
homefires built
around
an article,
a bird skull,
a rubiks cube,
a test tube.

no doubt
in my mind
my mode
of modern learning
won’t ever
lessen this lesson.

but,

I’ve seen the scene
before.

in posted practices
of positive practice
postings
that kinda
feel,

well,

like the marketing
of magic
accords some
automatic accessibility.

like it
proves some point,
like anything is
possible.

I guess.

but what?

by my calculations,
communications seeking
affirmation,
are falling or failing
or forcing
a dance, dance, dance
off between
my class and others.

I do share,
we do share.
eyes on me
is a shared spotlight
not every one
can fit into.

and like I
said
this stage is
brightly lit
and scaled to fit.

seeking clients
or giving kudos
to strangers
[though kind I’m sure]
seems wasteful.

My time
and pace
is built
from each face
and place
and trace
of joy that
races into
this space.

and when our local goes global
everyone travels together;
with the next grade
next door,
with the play
outside,
and
with the families
of mine.

I post,
some finds,
some
times.

not sure its me though.

we have not made insta space here.
it took work.

postcarded moments
aren’t posed for others
as supposedly
captured in wild
extravagance.

#truthis
[in all smilies and capitalized
hashtaggedy happiness …]

#truthis
[and I’m not sure if
I’m doing this correctly]

#thereiscryinginclassrooms

and #badwriting
and #brokenthings
and #momentsapartfromlearning.

only
politely polished
albums filled
with
liked flipped photos
are easy to,

well,

LIKE.

or LOVE,

if the app
you gotta step
through
makes this frame
seem easy,

click past the screened scene
and
come sit in our class.

come find me.

get your global
in our local.

no DMs.

call first.

we’re busy.

Posted by:chrisjcluff

I am a 'flow' seeker. In my day to day work I help students, colleagues, and community members make the most of the moments afforded us through public education. If I am not asking questions, I am not learning.

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