The sign reads, "OPEN".
“We’re open,” they cheer.
“For what?” I wonder.
“Open for business.”
Ah, yes, “for business.”
“We’re all open.”
But, what “all” is open?
Eyes, it must be open eyes,
Unless it’s I-deology,
A three dimensional bound space
That not only constrains
Not eyes, but it must be biology,
Since a virus caused the question.
Open ears, instead?
Still, one can sue the windswept pollen.
If pollen isn’t free,
How can we fit through the gaps?
Only when we’re allowed,
“We’re open,” they claim.
“For what?” I worry.
Cycles mark a space,
Perhaps more a forgotten middle
From images of arrows abandoned in a futile chase.
Educators shield their centers with hardcovers.
Parker Palmer wrote, “You need open space, but with limits.”
To the options? To the conversation?
Of course, the educational space must be bound.
To ensure repetition.
Supply and demand.
So says history and science and religion and literature.
So says the school supply list that requires full and blank pages.
Storytelling. Starting over. A new ledger to balance.
State the facts so the numbers match.
The data is anyone’s truth,
As long as we’re all allowed to see it.
“Be open with me,” I demand. “It’s my right.”
“Of course. We’re open. Why wouldn’t we be?” they ask.
“What do you want?”
Wise, Tim. (2015). Under the Affluence: Shaming the Poor, Praising the Rich, and Sacrificing
The Future of America. City Lights Books: San Francisco.