tHE tEACHERS, tHE tEENAGERS AND I (ME)

I guess that’s all I get,
The teachers, the teenagers and me.
I’m twenty-five, do you get that?
Am I old, or am I young?
Am I constantly dying every day,
every moment, peeling each layer away,
as I keep changing, getting older,
reaching that essence core,
the true self that is my beating heart?
Or am I forever young, constantly
bathing in the waters of the
fountain of youth, like an
immortal angel, pixie or sprite?
All I know is that I’m dancing
with you all, and we ain’t just
friends and community any longer,
for you are my family.
this is just a big family reunion
with brothers & sisters, aunts & uncles,
cousins & students & teaches & me.
But we’re still dancing,
that I know for sure.
It’s hot & stuffy & we’re
breathing each others' air.
We are spinning & clapping &
holding hands & pinkies
basket holds, & grapevines,
rock steps, two-steps & waltzes even;
& we are all the students,
& we are all the teachers
I’m telling you, I look around
& I see gods & goddesses
quite a few more goddesses, however.
I’m twenty five, am I young,
or am I old? We’re all
getting a little older every moment.
tHAt’S what it means to live in time
We are dancing, we are trancing
time is a river, but where is it flowing?
All I know is that when we get there
I will still have this moment:
that and the teachers, the teenagers & I.