THE SECOND TIME
As fragile as a teacup
in the wrong hands,
As empty as the nests
that birds vacate
just before the winter months.
As silent as an enemy
with worked out plans.
As difficult as detail is
to those who charge ahead
without instructions or a may.
So learning how to love again
must be to those
who leave off loving
after having scaled love's mountain
a time or two before.
I am a willing pupil
ready to again take up
the lesson book or attend
the master class.
Any day when I'm not learning
even if it's called re-education
I consider lost.
I ask only patience...
the kind the first grade teacher
offers her most backward child
that initial month,
before demands of aggressive children
learn to make out of ego
and necessity.
Be as careful with me
as you are when rounding corners
new to you.
I'll cram, I'll study and I'll work
to merit this time spent with you.
This new chance at reeducation.
I relearn quickly when I trust.