The following poem, added to our Arts of Language Collection, was submitted by Belgrade High School writing coach Aaron Yost, who says it “represents how I often feel about the ELA teacher’s project.”
An Invitation
I placed a door
alone on a hill
and invited you through.
There was no sense
of coming or going
when you stepped around
but, suddenly, we were
together in the same grass,
the door’s other side now
visible to us both, its paint
peeling away the grain
underneath. Where are
the hinges? you asked.
It was the wrong question
but I didn’t walk away.