Learning
I wish I could capture nature
Which isn’t right, I want to cooperate
To live in harmony,
Which modern poets say we cannot do
I want to find the metaphor
That catches all I see
And it must come through nature’s voice
And ear and eye
Not mine
For the mentor is out there
To tutor me inside
The sky, the leaf, the chlorophyll
The classroom of a cell
Time is the tuition
Finding what is ultimately real
The assignment
I know what is in the room is real, though
The cells are stable, and so
Much never moves
I can learn here, too
Through darkness on pale leaves
And don’t think that I’m ungrateful
To have life and the moments
But, yes, the better teacher’s out there
So the transcendentalists thought, and they
Were right
I should be outside
Playing
Walking if not running
Or sitting still to let the air present a better lecture
Than I’ll ever hear inside
I’m learning
I’m in love
The world and I will never be the same
Catch me
I’m on a current, and
The wind will make it hard for me to return
C L Couch
(image–“404” when I tried to track for attribution)

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