The Mark

By Niall Twohig

A student asks, through tears,

Will I be marked down for missing class?

Thing is, she’s living the course,

present in her pain,

present in her joy,

finding the sacredness of her word

the sanctity of her voice.

And “missed” classes,

in her case,

is euphemistic:

missed time

is time spent

tending wounds.

I tell her:

there’s the tablet of the law

and the spirit of the law,

the tablet of the course

and the spirit of the course.

She’s in the spirit.

How can I mark her down

as she hits the mark?

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