I simply stand

I cannot write the world right now;
It seems too much to do.
I cannot write the desert sand
Or rivers running through.

I cannot write the garden
No apple, flower or bean.
I cannot write a hundredth
Of the things that I have seen.

I cannot write the moon at night
Or sunny summer days.
I cannot write the children
Their thought, their song, their play.

I cannot write one moment
One giant grand inside,
I simply stand with outstretched hands
And heart held open wide.

what learning is

pour all the learning you can on me
until it buries me and hides the light
pour out all your words of worldly wisdom
until I cannot hear the whispers,or the wind
pour out facts, equations, theories and thoughts
until there is no room for delight or serendipity
pour out scholarly journals, text books, newspapers
until the print erases the sun, the singing, and smiling
pour out education, elucidation, explication, and explanation
until they -tion, -tion, shun the simple and the obvious answers
pour out a pile of everything everyone needs to memorize, remember
until I have forgotten what it means to wonder, to be curious, to care
pour it out, all of it, and like a glass slipper leave the vessel on the stair
so that the son of a king will find it and fill it with the things that really matter

it may surprise you

under the bed
on the bookshelf
in the attic
hidden treasure
it may amaze you

under a pseudonym
on my mind
inside the heart
hidden treasure
it may surprise you

under white clouds
on a friday
in the spring
hidden treasure
It's May. Surrounds you.