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Me to the elementary or high school students I sometimes visit in person or via Zoom: Sometimes does it feel like your feelings are too big to hold inside? Like you might explode because life feels so overwhelming?
Heads nod. Hands go up.
Maybe you do something when you feel that way. Maybe some of you run and run, maybe some of you put your music on loud and dance and dance, maybe some of you . . . write?
Everyone always turns quiet. They nod. Maybe we all need a way out, a way to channel and calm and transform the giantness of what it is to be alive in a body in the world. I feel this poem in my very bones.
Thanking My Mother for Piano Lessons (excerpt), by Diane Wakoski
The relief of putting your fingers on the keyboard,
as if you were walking on the beach
and found a diamond
as big as a shoe;
you had just built a wooden table
and the smell of sawdust was in the air,
your hands dry and woody;
you had eluded
the man in the dark hat who had been following you
of putting your fingers on the keyboard
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