Near Me, On The Ground, a Walking Staff, Thrumming with Magic

For the past ten weeks, I’ve been teaching an extra class, a 6th class, covering for a colleague who has been away. Although I’m happy my colleague will soon be returning, I’ll certainly miss teaching that class, sharing adventures, literature, with those students. The piece shared here is a goodbye…and a thank you.

Take care period one.

“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit or There and Back Again

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Artwork by GaudiBuendia

If Needed

I’ll be beyond the green meadow
where the tall grass sways
as a choir swathed with rhythm,

in the shadow of an elm,
its limbs spread wide
bearing the weight

of an aging afternoon,
in that shade,
near a stream

spotted with leaves
that float as gondolas
between the cool stones.

My beard thick with age
and memory, I’ll be reading,
something simple, a story,

a poem about a dragon
or swords held high,
sunlight flashing against

that silver steel,
near me, on the ground, a walking staff,
thrumming with magic.

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