It is all there, waiting.
There are keennesses of mind that came before; paving stones
I shift forward.
Ambition and joy make demands.
I comprehend the vastness in front, all around, my thoughts are bound
up in data, in strata, in the bold breadth of instruction
It curls my grasp, firm clasp, sure moments of clarity,
a pulchritudinous flash
followed by another.
Yes, I can.
Clearly, the academe was built by a Master Instructor
brick by brick, biblio-bliss, obligingly born.
Now the escalade is mine.
Give me time.
– A. Locke June 2015
Illustration credit: Tarun Bali