Teaching
Teaching
It’s a unique thing,
To teach a student,
To teach a student
Who last year lived
Under her parents’ roof,
Where she had lived
As long as she could
Remember. A delicate
Thing, welcoming that
Being into the world
Beyond the world
She knew, saying,
“This,” and, “This,”
Just as someone
Once taught us to.
I take it very seriously,
This thing we do.
Why is why I
Stand as if
At the entrance of a temple.
so wonderful. The spread out language, the delicacy of the observation, they way it circles round, still delicate, somehow still childlike, a crown of pale white clover.
This is beautiful 🥹