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“ What’s Left To Learn “
Knowing Others is Intelligence,
Knowing Yourself is True Wisdom
Mastering Others is Strength
Mastering Yourself is True Power
Years ago, as I stood in your kitchen
in green neon socks and first bra bravado
I did not care that you were born
in a cabin on top of Lookout Mountain.
Your smell of mothballs and Lady Stetson
lulled me to sleep
and my droopy eyes were not surprised when
you drove to the store in second gear.
Years later I would learn of the
red hot talent
that took you from Alabama to New York
for an exhibit of your own.
Perhaps the slow train ride back
is what makes you question my weight
or my complexion.
Now,
looking at your painting
of the cabin on Lookout Mountain,
my feet wider
and flatter
from the weight of my own train rides,
I wonder:
If I look close enough,
can I see through the window
into your room?
Knowing Others is Intelligence,
Knowing Yourself is True Wisdom
Mastering Others is Strength
Mastering Yourself is True Power
Years ago, as I stood in your kitchen
in green neon socks and first bra bravado
I did not care that you were born
in a cabin on top of Lookout Mountain.
Your smell of mothballs and Lady Stetson
lulled me to sleep
and my droopy eyes were not surprised when
you drove to the store in second gear.
Years later I would learn of the
red hot talent
that took you from Alabama to New York
for an exhibit of your own.
Perhaps the slow train ride back
is what makes you question my weight
or my complexion.
Now,
looking at your painting
of the cabin on Lookout Mountain,
my feet wider
and flatter
from the weight of my own train rides,
I wonder:
If I look close enough,
can I see through the window
into your room?
