To Be Taught

Giselle, Guardian of Students

You could swim into the twilight to meet yourself today,
Or lead your mind in circles to try and find the way.
For the snow falls in the tropicals and the wind blows on the sea,
And the eagle flies over the desert, and the flower chases the bee;
We sing into the silence, we write upon the air,
We read the empty pages, we close our eyes and stare.
We float among the highest clouds, we race along the ground,
We cast shadows in the darkness, we laugh without a sound.
We cut the grass that never grows, we harvest the dead trees,
We seek vengence on the hurtful, we kill fellow men with ease.
We have no problems spinning lies, we steal that for which we yearn,
We pass them off as simple instincts, but will we ever learn?

Copyright 2001 Caitlin Carlson