To know what is right
and left over for the dogs
eating a nasty piece
of advice, of full-throated
politics, I bend rules
never to satisfy my own
internal compass, only to do
what we all say should be
eaten first. You are
my institution, a white stairway
kept within the walls; you
harbor dark waters
with mixed messages to shift
through in the sandbox,
searching for a nugget of gold
truth, goodness, and light
in a field of waving
greed with bright
marketing. But I love
what you do, education,
for those who need
oases in deserts. Just
test me, and if I find
the path, let me walk
toward helping. Let me push
us higher on the swing.