Unexcused Tardiness
a poem
Yes, my son was late for school;
he missed the bus.
He misses the bus every day now
and I drive him to school.
I drive him to school every day,
but some mornings are harder than others.
Some mornings are harder than others.
It is dark and cold in the mornings.
It is dark and cold in the mornings
and we? Are tired.
We are so. very. tired.
We are eternally exhausted. Of all of it.
Credit for the phrase ‘eternally exhausted’ goes to my friend Cari Taylor who used it in a social media post. Those two words capture so much about how so many of us are feeling. We are tired of the pandemic, of school shootings, of police violence, of the erosion of voting and reproductive rights, of the decline of our democracy, which is disappearing as we watch. Mornings are dark, it is cold, we are not okay.
