Friday, September 28, 2012

Gratitude to Old Teachers

old black and white picture of five girls in skates on a frozen pond smiling for the camera
- Robert Bly

When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake,
We place our feet where they have never been.
We walk upon the unwalked. But we are uneasy.
Who is down there but our old teachers?
Water that once could take no human weight
We were students then-holds up our feet,
And goes on ahead of us for a mile.
Beneath us the teachers, and around us the stillness.

from: Eating the Honey of Words. 

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