What else are we here for,
except to be kind and learn something?
As students, we are occasionally
Enthusiastic—the front-row sitter,
excited hand-waver who wants
to be heard. Other days,
many days, we are absent
even when we’ve hauled ourselves
to class. Most days, we exist somewhere
In-between, half-awake, preoccupied
with mind-drama or thoughts of lunch
Those are the days when a gifted teacher
can make all the difference-can snap us
back to interest. And if life is our teacher
in this long rambling story, then
Admit it, life throws herself into her job—
snow and sunrise, people talking and
walking around in clothes, painted
buildings with windows, limes and
dogs, cats and rocks and
the moon, visible during the day.
So wake up. Pay attention
Are we here
to be happy
or to learn?
Yes
Puff Of Smoke Poems 