At School

by Peter Goldsworthy

Peter Goldsworthy

At school
I believed everything
I was told:

words, usually,
sentenced
heel and toe.

How high
they always sounded
from below.

And such a grip!
Like fairy shoes,
autonomously

goose-stepping: left-
right, about-
face.

They fitted. They pulled
in directions.
They exhausted.

Still they will not
be unlaced.





Last updated February 20, 2023