(short version by same title ( https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/not_just_another_prof_unabridged_version_1186735 )
The September I met him remains etched in my mind One by one the minutes rolling by ever so slowly I sat in class awaiting an explanation that never came I surmised he’d been a burn victim ~ suffered and healed How could he now sit there so serene and nonchalant Over my inner spiel I hadn’t heard a word he said So consumed was I in wait with my unanswered questions Then spending the second half of class feeling stupid Regretting the meddlesome monologue in my head It was three hours of my life I would never get back Really ~ how was it any of my business? This was all way back in those pre-internet days Before google searches easily unraveled any mystery For weeks he never spoke about the elephant in the room It boggled my mind why I expected he ever would In a short time I became enchanted with this man’s soul Respectfully in awe of this cultured learned gentle man A poet possibly a genius ~ he was ordained to touch lives To shake and rattle foundations ~ disentangle paradigms A transcendent grace exuded from his every word and glance AP: 1st place 2026, 1st place 2021
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