To Antigone and Beyond

Some of you may know that I am taking my first college course (English 102) in 26 years. I am at mid-term and learned, tonight, that I have a B plus going so far despite the fact of the 26 hears and average age of my classmates being about half my own (sorry, I am REALLY proud of this)...so I am all giddy and excited sitting in class-- supposed to be taking lecture notes and this is what I write;

To  Antigone and Beyond

I'm shaking, squirming, out of sorts,

incredibly befuddled--

scribblin' notes in spurts,

my concentration muddled--

Antigone was on my mind,

my muse, her lovely sister

Ismene, but then I find

she's wed and anarchist-er

Approaching writing full of fear,

my inner diction airy,

I start my poem late in March,

I'll end in February.