It’s time's fault
we only scratch the surface
of things we learn.
Only just yesterday I explored
a little more about the
infamous murder hornet.
But I don’t have time
to become a hornet expert,
so my scant research halted,
leaving me somewhere
between Vespa this and
yellow legs that and something
about an invasion along the northern
border of France in 2009.
And that article about maps,
or the one about Viking discoveries
in Newfoundland... forget it. No
time to scratch that surface,
though I long to.
Yes, I do. That’s why
Mr. Sandburg’s Window caught
my attention today. Sometimes
we have to take time to dig more.
I admit - it may turn up little. But
it just may reveal a treasure
that will cast off a voyage
of a lifetime. I’ve got time for that.
a collection of poems, in draft form, often written as end-of-day reflections by Lee Shupe
Saturday, May 9, 2020
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
The Beginning of Quarantine
Covid-19 teaching
is like nothing
before.
And it started
today without
fanfare
from me. Just
some things I
know.
That comfort
brought me
joy.
So did hearing
from my
students
in short messages,
responses and
questions.
Something hopeful
being connected
again.
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