A Teacher’s Plan

In my office on the desk sits the plan
A game-board matrix of black lines
Empty boxes waiting to be filled up,
they must be delivered on time, all full.

Top left to lower right, ideas flow.
Beautifully connected gems, jewels.
Seamlessly they should be linking as one.
Like streams forming rivers to become whole.

Now the rail tracks for a steaming engine.
Smoking on down to a higher learning.
Five ladders reaching up to the heavens
Each rung a step toward a shared target.