[lit-ideas] Thursday Poem

 

The Teacher

 

Look at me!

My legs curled up

Like seaweed with

Only back-and-forth

Drift left me - 

Not like out to sea -- 

In that nobility.

 

Oh no!  In these eddies

Where sand is churned

To cloud my visibility.

I can see here no

Better than any

But do see the

Weepingness of so much

 

Sea surrounding not 

Just me but everyone

Anchored here for

However long on this

Sandy crust of

Obfuscation.  Watch me

Now, and do as I do.

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