Maybe,
Education is not a contest.
Seeing how many tomes
and theories we can
load
into
our
brain.

Maybe,
Education is a fine set
of carving tools.
Creating new path ways,
Clipping off unneeded wood,
Opening new spaces,
Discovering beauty in the
tangled mess of a burl,
Sanding the rough places until
they are soft,
pliable,
porous.

Emerges,
The solid beauty
of a worked over piece of art.

A person being formed.