So fellow travelers, lots of photos and posts on the b.b.c. pages about this past weekend’s Open House at Bedlam Farm. One caught my eye. Indeed, I saw the pencil can Jon Katz refers to. It was at that moment sitting by a tree.
It stopped me in my tracks.
I lowered my camera,
because it made me realize
two days earlier I really had said goodbye to one of my favorite students.
She left behind a pencil can of her own.
The persistence of pencils
Five years of colorful memories
Words written in margins
Hidden feelings revealed
so many, many pencils.