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.