Actual

Abstract

I think of the Kaua’i sky when I teach – a simultaneity of bewildering patience understanding that none of it will manifest today, or tomorrow, or next month, that the arc of education isn’t concerned with this actual room, these actual brains, this actual lesson, that real change is a slow erosion and intense urgency understanding that something is broken, festering, that each second raises the stakes that these are beings, futures, sitting here, actually here, eyes open, now, actually now, that real change comes like a landslide.