you sat still
with your deep eyes
afraid to look at the sun
you watched yourself
dying – grow old
but the greater mystery
to haunt you beyond death
was knowing
in all the years
you had been seen
only once
perhaps that was
the miracle you ha
been waiting for
someone who heard
the unwritten poems,
& then something from
a dream seemed to tell
you to move on
& you grew old trying
to understand motion
Schools and Society 