for Meir Ribalow
We say we lost you years ago today
Like we’re the found ones, and not just as lost—
Stuck here in Act Three of a two-act play
Where Death’s the scribe and Life is tempest-tossed.
You were the sun around which we revolved
And now we’re orphans in this galaxy—
Troubled by problems that you would have solved,
Blind to the strategies that you could see—
Forgetting that you didn’t try to rule;
You tried to teach, and find the words to guide us
To where we’d give no suffers to a fool
And trust the little sun that burns inside us,
And know—like work is what we’ll find success in—
The teacher’s always found inside the lesson.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells