I went to a poetry workshop
once.
Taught by the ones who
pursue their demons - at grad school, for
The MFAs granted, so they can teach.

I shared a personal spiritual story -
A story that the instructor didn’t understand.
And I was left feeling sorry for the expert,
Who didn’t learn what the world is all about. 

The poor lost soul could not empathize
with my feelings, and could not understand. 
And, somehow,

I was wrong.