In another round of graduate education
I found myself too busy for poetry.
Too much to do.
Too many important tomes to read
concepts to master
skills to acquire
thoughts to think
ways of being to analyze.
Oh the list is long–
The reading pile a mountain
with each text more serious
and important than the last.
So easily the black and white binary
of academics seduce me
into the old ways of
right answers
right thoughts
righteousness…self-righteousness.
Yet the script written in these prose
no longer fits.
No.
The piles of papers and tomes can wait.
Tonight
I gorged on poetry.
I shall not get so hungry again.