midnight poem

It's different now

The time after midnight

When I

thought about

Lesson plans and tests,
The wee hours of the morning
A prelude to dawn,
When I used to lay awake and wonder
If my words were being heard.
Now I just fall back asleep
When I notice the time after midnight
Glaring at me through a room lit only
By soft green digital numbers.
I think about the chop of the ocean,
The warmth of the sand,
The coolness of the ocean
A time to relax and rest
And lull away without a care
No schedules
No lesson plans
Just peace
Tranquility