Monday is a Good Day for Poetry

Chris’ (or is it Chris’s?) posting of Taylor Mali‘s poetry reminded me of this poem, one I think I like better, although Mali’s performance of "What Teachers Make" is far more dynamic:

Undivided attention
By Taylor Mali
www.taylormali.com

A grand piano wrapped in quilted pads by movers,
tied up with canvas straps – like classical music’s
birthday gift to the insane –
is gently nudged without its legs
out an eighth-floor window on 62nd street.

It dangles in April air from the neck of the movers’ crane,
Chopin-shiny black lacquer squares
and dirty white crisscross patterns hanging like the second-to-last
note of a concerto played on the edge of the seat,
the edge of tears, the edge of eight stories up going over, and
I’m trying to teach math in the building across the street.

Who can teach when there are such lessons to be learned?
All the greatest common factors are delivered by
long-necked cranes and flatbed trucks
or come through everything, even air.
Like snow.

See, snow falls for the first time every year, and every year
my students rush to the window
as if snow were more interesting than math,
which, of course, it is.

So please.

Let me teach like a Steinway,
spinning slowly in April air,
so almost-falling, so hinderingly
dangling from the neck of the movers’ crane.
So on the edge of losing everything.

Let me teach like the first snow, falling.

Remember, y’all, that  National Poetry Month is only a few short days away.  I hope you’re all preparing your poetic contributions. For those of you more interested in reading good poems instead of writing them, you can always subscribe to the Poem a Day e-mail service of the Academy of American Poets.