i sometimes read your note and wonder
how fast i could get on a boat to just meet
across the ocean and discuss our students
how different they would be or how very
much the same: each hoping, grasping that
if they do then it will - but we know better
know that when they do, it will only be a
matter of time before the real volley of life
comes at them: and there is nothing more
than a thought, a glimpse, that on a spring
day or a fall afternoon: so they so wished
that it had all be done, no more studying
just living: but we know man with the blue
couch that that was living and what we do
now is a semblance of life in meetings in a
different form
