Gary Sange, a poet with poetry for wallpaper
Shared this poem first back then-
The one about ponies dark kind eyes beside a highway
Somewhere I don’t remember.
There was twilight slowly bounding forth
And some other tone to that evening
Which came often into that classroom
For those of us who still cared
Beneath the false florescent lights of learning.
Still, something about the nature and position of his passion
Transfixed us into some other dwelling, far
From buildings and closer to our beings.
Some time even earlier in our lives
We had noticed the gentle caresses between animals- and the geometry of animal flight
And imagined the soft suction of those pilot fish beneath the bellies
Of a thousand sharks in some unseen fathomless place.
It was like that–scuba diving tenderly into an uncaged zoo
Of what we really knew
For each of us!
