Thoughts and Poems are the Same Thing

First Grade Nostalgia

The first warm breeze of spring pours in through my window

And I am transported back to first grade,

where I heard "comes in like a lion, goes out like a lamb" for the first time

My yearly spring nostalgia as March arrives

(And every year I cannot decide

if I only want to return to my school days in memory

or if I want to go back...go back to that world and teach

Is it the nostalgia talking, or the future pulling?)