He took weekly lessons in living.
One week he worked on waiting,
another week on thinking
only flexible thoughts,
another week on sending worries away
like he sends newspapers for recycling.
He said he was a student
in the university of the universe.
Sometimes the stars
spoke to him like professors,
and sometimes a squeak in his chair
said more than the biggest books.
Bring me your wisdom, he said
to the cinnamon he spread on his toast.
Tell me the truth,
he said to the peacefulness
in his apartment.