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


Yet the script written in these prose

no longer fits.


The piles of papers and tomes can wait.


I gorged on poetry.

I shall not get so hungry again.