Today, before the bell, before the lockdown that would last from ten to two,
my student inquired, did I want to see his ink, it was new. I said a ready yes,
and he shed two shirts to show me his pec with shading and his momma’s name.
And then I showed him mine, my arm, explained its aim, the lion’s name;
and his earnest eyes and tanned tired face met mine for a bonded moment or two
and despite his lack and temporary gaps, despite my own lapses, we shared a yes.
Slow-starter, underslept, with a loose relationship to time—and yes,
a penchant for large, expensive, and possibly ill-advised investments, compulsions too deep to name:
his art a coverup of a screwup, I in need of larger space to fit the Pevensie sisters two.
Well, we both make do; I give us two a gentle, yes, loving name—the description fits me, too.
This post is a blend of the A to Z Blog Challenge and NaPoWriMo. To read other A to Z bloggers, click here. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem in the tritina form (a shorter variation of the sestina).