I used to read voraciously, and all
of it was fictional, but lately I’m
attracted to the study of the small
details of hormones, and the marks of time
on islands, and the history of thought.
I don’t know what’s become of me; I’m more
than old and hunger to be better taught
and wiser than I ever was before.

But this time I’m in charge of teaching me!
No longer will this student go to schools.
I learned so quickly then, but I was bound
in processes and judged statistically,
and jerked to standards of pedantic rules.
Today I blaze a course on open ground.