every morning i walk into this space: a classroom. i turn on the lights, open cabinets, set the tables with paper and pencil. i tell myself that i will teach you what i know, which is not much. i read you stories, tell you about poetry and i let you play. in exchange, you teach me what you know: to laugh at myself, to play, to look at the world around me and take notice of it. every now and then i wonder, who is the teacher? is it me or is it you?