With thanks to Gary Snyder for
Four Poems for Robin/A spring night in Shokoko-ji
Last year at this time
I was a whole human being
Teaching (or trying to) at university.
All I knew at that time
Seems lost to me now, except feelings.
Sitting here in class
In my "professor's chair"
I hear voices telling me I can't
And I think about what it's like
To be incomplete.
Submitted to dversepoets.com for Open Link Night #91
Wow. The only constant is change. Great poem.
ReplyDeletefunny how quick the bottom falls out, but then again the tides will rise again....been there
ReplyDeleteI really like your opening-whole human being
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