Now I Get It

Remember judge and you shall
Be judged
For laughing in school, for being
Stupid and always wrong.
Penance like the scent of the sheep
Is slow O’ weary, its coat
A kind of fluff that goes up
In filament theory.
Your own life ahead follows you
Like a scientist posing as a shepherd.

Copyright @ 2014 by Fanny Howe. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on August 27, 2014.