"Imagine a bird trapped inside
this classroom . . ." -
In those moments of lectures
when you feel trapped
you tell your students,
because you have hit a wall
of incognizance
from the other side.
In that fluttering instant
You catch a feather
to make them fly
conjuring up a bird.
Imagine a bird trapped inside,
seeing the other side clearly
oblivious of the transparent glass
in-between
hitting with all its being.
They believe you are some magician.
You think they are the metaphor,
all the while relishing the thought
that the metaphor fits your life too well.
The poem starts here:
It will take us all
Infinite moments
spread over years and years of
spring, summer and fall
to realise that
the trap
was a portal to freedom
while the world outside
waits with feathered cages.
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