from a porch, graduation

i educate

i teach

i provide lessons while pacing classroom floors begging for questions

unanswerable and deserving attention, an enigmatic energy pushing further perceptions of reality and math equation mentality leading us closer to new found morality

if we stop to listen

i pause in hallways with youth mingling in swarms, disjointed social norms, sorting out the circles, triangles, and obtuse forms that are drawn to examine and explore why i learn more when i hit the floor, falling off ledges asking ‘what for?’

i hope i don’t bore

with the one thousandth and thirty-fourth time i remind you to be kind

i foster a sense of self, confidence climbing walls in front of smart boards carrying your research words of worlds you wish to fly to and investigate, get lost and redecorate your failing facade, now, strip it away, find yourself, serve the whole

i’m a student

i’m being taught

you provide lessons so i don’t get caught

thinking i know that i know something

all i know is the same nothing

you are seeking to forget