When the music in me summons
a throbbing idea to mull
in the alembic of
unsettled issues,
a stanza pops up.

Blandishments from other briefs
possess no chorus.
A glisk corrals
and grows into a sheet anchor;
a bottom I seek mollification from.

Expertise in andragogy is formed
in actuality. Sharpening
the skill set of one’s crew
without curating the self is all wet.
Personal mentoring is a precondition.