dedicated to my mentors
It goes
without saying, September through August, we care
for you, and the tunings of your wild mind. As your world
deflects logic and deviates from focus in a stippled blur,
we stand by: Admit confusion. Be kind. And above all,
listen, we advise you, but watch as you commit blooper after
blooper and then, snafu-eureka! A teacher’s work is in this glance
when you can still look back while also peering, eagerly, ahead.
Time travel, they say, is wasted on the young, who refuse
to adhere to any clock, calendar, or linearity. But who decided
365 days, just about 365, was the way to measure life?
A teacher’s work is in the gut, and we hope, not for agreement
or gratification, but to aspire, and convince you of the dignity
in lingering with an idea half-formed, or a sentence left
hanging, mid-thought, as the bell rings for next period.
for you, and the tunings of your wild mind. As your world
deflects logic and deviates from focus in a stippled blur,
we stand by: Admit confusion. Be kind. And above all,
listen, we advise you, but watch as you commit blooper after
blooper and then, snafu-eureka! A teacher’s work is in this glance
when you can still look back while also peering, eagerly, ahead.
Time travel, they say, is wasted on the young, who refuse
to adhere to any clock, calendar, or linearity. But who decided
365 days, just about 365, was the way to measure life?
A teacher’s work is in the gut, and we hope, not for agreement
or gratification, but to aspire, and convince you of the dignity
in lingering with an idea half-formed, or a sentence left
hanging, mid-thought, as the bell rings for next period.
No comments:
Post a Comment