A Teacher Revises Her Poet Self

I read and teach about images

and begin to worry that one day

my voice will no longer drive me.

I read about, teach about, and reach out

to images. And I begin to worry that

one day I will no longer be voice-driven.

I ask them to draw an image in the fourth

quadrant of the butcher paper that represents

a passage from the text and

the voice they have yet to find.