Vocation
It’s not the getting out of
bed that gets easier. Not
every day comforts like home.
Simply
the feeling of when a
hand holds a hand that seems
made for it. Snug,
with life inside.
It’s the gratitude on the tip
of the the world’s lips
and yours.
Day in.
Day out.
I recently participated in a town hall about poetry with my team (recommended listening!) In that event, we talked briefly about the fact that the only poetry that is considered “taboo” these days is the work poem — aka a poem about the office, the work place, etc. (I believe this was something David Whyte said, but I could be mistaken. He writes good work poems! Philip Levine made a poem and collection out of it, too — less 21st century, though.)
I have compiled a list of words that pertain to work/work experiences that I think could use a bit of a rounder definition and I’m going to work on some poems to speak to these terms. Some will be short, some will be rambly. If you have any topic ideas, leave a comment :)
Anyway, this poem is simply the first on my list. Who knows, I may tackle ‘vocation’ again! Into the taboo!
Read this and got teary...our 6th grade team is taking on a big "new" next year...learning how to collaborate in a deep and meaningful way...challenging...listening below words...complex...creating and asking relevant questions based on conversation...brain scrunching...caring for each one intentionally and specifically...heart growing. Thanks for making me think...feel...reflect...