At the Assembly
Hey—I know you!
the wriggly one
the curious one
the one who needs glasses
You probably don’t remember me. This is your first time through here.
(It’s my ninety-seventh, I think.)
hello, clumsy one with shoes untied
and charming one
I’m excited to see what you learn today.
Often, this is not what I teach.
and first volunteer
and little one without enough sleep
You are absolutely, invaluably special
and at the same time so laughingly the same
that I’ve met you
in the Bronx
and I imagine you’re in Siberia too
and also every stage of time
Someday you’ll grow up.
I kind of wish you wouldn’t do that
Because once you do, there’s this sheen of
on your skin
This is a loss.
But then again
You never do grow up
because you always show up again—
So, there’s that.
I’m awfully lucky to know you, friend.