The Last Lesson

The rose-pink light of dawn widens our horizons. The morning opens.
Two nervous groups say hello. Laughter
rings out across the screen and I am at ease.

Once upon a sunrise, nothing was more open.
It all started in a classroom. Blue light and keys,
smiles that replace desks, whispers
that dance. We perceive a new light.

Someone reaches for a joke, for a hand, remembers the screen
in the way. She laughs and hits the raise-hand button, remembers
the ocean.

In the classroom, kettle of chamomile.
On the table, bread and wine.
Friendship and learning go hand in hand.

With each new sunrise, chance renews,
To paint the sky like yourself. But the most desirable shape
does not always fit perfect in the slot— watch your edges.

Through teaching characterization, you learn the character
it takes to teach. Embrace if you have time. Tend your edges. Taste
as this presence suffices.

When I think of Sonora, I think of the glowing sun that imitates
the imperfect measurement.

This is the end of the story, but not the journey. Take the pen in your handand
write on.
Hold your might. Reach

for this hand that no one can touch.