Listening to the astronomy fellow speak
All the figures and proofs were arranged before me
In columnar fashion. The charts and diagrams
I was told to get used to. Too many exams,
Insufficient comprehension and apathy
Contributed to my feeling stupid and weak.
Much applause in the lecture room does the one get
Where I, sitting, unmoved by whatever was said,
Wonder how I got myself in this conundrum.
More upset and alienated I become.
No reason is apparent that I should feel dread
At the thought of my engaging with a known threat.
Until I rise and glide out I find no relief.
It is better for me that I wander alone
In the elsewhere that’s only a few steps away.
There’s no way in the vast universe will I stay
Captive to someone’s letters. Indeed I must own
How I want to feel. Life on this planet is brief.
From time to time in the mystical moist night air
I look up to the heavens in perfect silence
At the stars and feel better. So what have I learned?
It is probably that I should not be concerned
So much with someone’s lecture. It makes better sense
To behold the true teacher and become aware.