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Several years ago excruciating back pain kept me out of my classroom for the three days. Much can happen, not all of it good, in three days.
According to the biblical story of creation, green growing things appeared on Earth on the third day: “…the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind…” (Genesis 1:12).
I thought of my students as plants that needed to be watered with praise and nourished with kindness so that they would grow and develop. But for three days they were without water and nutrients. For three days, they had to fend for themselves.
Plants that have to fend for themselves often don’t thrive. Weeds may creep in and suck away essential moisture and nutrients. Careless passersby may trample delicate plants. Thieves may jump over the garden wall and steal fruit. Untoward things are bound to happen when the gardener’s away from the garden—even for three days.
I remember thinking: I don’t want my students to wither. I don’t want the weeds of apathy to steal their joy of learning. I don’t want their knowledge to be stolen like ripe fruit. I am a gardener. I belong in my garden.
a blackbird in the orchard
stealthily pecks plums.
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Gardens”
A shady garden path at Rancho Los Alamitos, Long Beach, California
Garden fence, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
still my ravening hunger
with one vibrant word.
Text and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: The Secret Garden at Rancho Los Alamitos, Long Beach, California
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beside the rippling koi pond
a little bell tinkles,
calling the swallows to rest
from their rambunctious flights.
I offer each of them a crumb of cake
left over from last night’s birthday celebration
at the ballroom on Forty-Second Street,
where there was no hat rack
for my obsolete headgear,
and so I had two choices:
to sit as a wallflower with my hat in my lap
or to dance with my hat on.
I chose to dance,
swirling and twirling around the floor
(by myself, of course) until 2 a.m.,
when John came in his automobile
to fetch me and take me home.
(I so admire his beauty and grace
the way his strong hands grip the wheel,
keeping us on track,
the way they search my face in the dark
pausing at each pore and follicle
to give thanks and bless me.)
And now it is the morning after,
and with my hat perched on my head
I feed the swallows crumb by crumb
beside the rippling koi pond
in the fallow garden.
© 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher