At the start of each semester
\nmy classroom would fill with
\nfaces full of suspicion, anticipation
\nand the old favourite, boredom;
\nbut I would be going through the old
\ngame of seeing dopplegangers\u2014
\nshades from the past, who,
\nseparated from their alter egos
\nby space and time could not
\nbe siblings or children of the others,
\nyet stirred in me some primal
\nsense they were related.<\/p>\n
Same eyes, manner, posture, sensibility
\nas the others. I had to make the effort
\nto separate this one from the other.
\nParallel universe, DNA pushing at the
\nboundaries of quantum sense: another
\nmystery to contemplate while
\nunraveling the class rules of conduct,
\nplan for the future, evaluation,
\nthe mysteries of judgement, composition,
\nlanguage, human impetus, motivation,
\nwhile prodding for sensitive perceptions
\nof human joy and suffering among
\nchildren too young or too sadly wise
\nto learn from this.<\/p>\n
And this fascination was mine;
\nit enlivened me, brought me into comfort
\nwith my world: familiar, stable,
\nlike greeting old, long-disappeared friends
\non another continent,
\nin an little unexpected bazaar,
\nover rich coffee on a checked tablecloth.<\/p>\n
And so our lives touched
\nand so they evolved or took all for granted\u2014
\nso moved to fascination; so bored every day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
At the start of each semester my classroom would fill with faces full of suspicion, anticipation and the old favourite, boredom; but I would be going through the old game of seeing dopplegangers\u2014 shades from the past, who, separated from … Continue reading