Quatrains for a Calling

Why are you here?

Who have you come for

and what would you gain?

Where is your fear?

Why are you here?

You’ve come so near,

or so it would seem;

you can see the grain

in the paper — that’s clear.

But why are you here

when you could be elsewhere,

earning a living

or actually learning?

Why should we care

why you’re here?

Is that a tear?

Yes, there’s pressure

behind the eyes —

and there are peers.

But why are you here?

At times it sears.

The pressure and shame

and the echoing pain.

What do you hear

now that you’re here?

The air’s so severe.

It calls for equipment,

which comes at a price.

And you’ve volunteered.

Why? Are you here?

What will you wear?

What will you do

if it turns out you’ve failed?

How will you fare?

Why are you here

when it could take years

to find out — what?

It’s all so slippery,

and may not cohere.

And yet, you’re here    ...

Is it what you revere?

How deep does that go?

How do you know?

Do you think you’re a seer?

Is that why you’re here?

Do you have a good ear?

For praise or for verse?

Can you handle a curse?

Define persevere.

Why are you here?

It could be a career.