experience

Coming a little late to the poetry party that is happening this month, but as I'm inflicting my students with poetry, decided I ought to dust off the blog and share poems with perhaps, a more appreciative audience. As I'm in the process of deciding what to do with my next step and next school year, thought this Emily Dickinson was appropriate. 

I stepped from plank to plank,
A slow and cautious way;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.

I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch.
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.