One of the things I love about an academic life is how many chances for reflection, renewal, and rebirth there are. Each term is a chance for rebirth, and we also get the rhythms of the calendar year. It is following…
water cleaves to cat hair dark -er than the stars can hide —thicker than would freeze this half snow night
stars can’t twinkle there is no time under impure clouds tonight
heat prickles skin halfway to itch— stick in wire halfway to dry, halfway to rot leaves still still
Note: This post was written as a reflection for a course in the Professional Certificate in Online Education program at the University of Wisconsin-Madison.
lightning curls in itself current—like lagoon like sky— my eye can’t send the colors turned the clouds fast enough to name until it all goes dark beyond the gray