TEACHER 

Sometimes

it is so hard

to see 

that you are there,

that the lesson

I am meant to learn

I am already

in the middle of, like

some grade school equation 

that has me 

at the front of the room

squirming, sweating and scribbling.

But I don’t see any of this:

you, my hieroglyphics, my bumbling fingers

pressing the nib of chalk

into the cosmos of the blackboard.

I am too busy 

being the problem 

instead of the solution.

And that’s the real problem to solve.