There’s no telling somebody whose mind isn’t open
Who has resigned to letting things happen.
You make a fiery speech to end all speeches
Walk on the ocean then devour all beaches
Fly to the mountain or map the entire heaven
But he would not budge if things aren’t given.
Hold the brighest torch but if the kindling’s not present
No teacher will appear in the absence of a student.
Header photo by Retha Ferguson.


Leave a comment