The Teacher

By Christina Kapp

Knees on the earth, toes curled into weeds,

I dig my fingers into the dirt, holding tight.

 

Holding on is exhausting;

humans have no roots.

 

A cat walks by and shows me her claws,

knives curved into sharp white moons, tucked

 

away in black fur sleeves. With a screech,

small birds shatter to the ground. The cat smiles;

 

I hold on. Across the street children chase

a ball down the driveway. It rolls away

 

down the street. They yell: Can you get that?

They are not allowed to roam in the streets.

 

I dig in: I shake my head, feeling the earth.

Fall away. Freedom belongs to the greedy.

 

We are all free to be greedy. Greed is a push.

Come on, lady, please! A child trips forward.

 

The ball has a face. It rolls head over chin.

Faces become wheels. Wheels score the earth.

 

There is no sense in fighting, children.

Gravity is the greatest teacher.

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Christina Kapp has published her short fiction, poetry, and essays in numerous publications includingBarn Owl Review, Gargoyle, DOGZPLOT, Pindeldyboz, PANK, Anderbo.com, and apt. She has a M.A. in writing from Johns Hopkins University and is working toward her second M.A. in literature at Rutgers University-Newark. She leads the Franklin Chapter of the New Jersey Writers Society and is currently working on her first novel. 


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