To My Visiting Teachers

    “To My Visiting Teachers,” Ensign, Mar. 1988, 29

    To My Visiting Teachers

    I’m glad you came, my friends.

    Today was not a day marked on my calendar

    in red—or black.

    It was just a day.

    Until you came.

    You came to me

    and I was all I had for you to see.

    My props and backdrops, even my supporting actors

    were somehow unimportant on the scene:

    Just you. Just me. We three

    in good companionship.

    Or maybe, yes, I’m sure, there was another

    who talked and laughed and felt with us.

    Because, here now, behind the door

    that I just closed

    as you two touched my arm and said

    you’d come again

    the day is new

    and I’m not alone at all.

    Photography by Steve Bunderson