The rain screws up its face
and falls to bits.
Then it makes itself again.
Only the rain can make itself again.
–Adrain, age 4
Great article in Orion giving me hope that there are so many teacher poets changing vision and changing lives out there. Remember being a child? Remember learning to see? To hear? To take risks and to express and feel and ride it out? A chronicle of tiny, poetic lessons, major victories against complacency. Check it out, A Wilderness of Thought: childhood and the poetic imagination by Richard Lewis