Teacher urges the dream emerge—and I resist
her gifts—sycamore figs, a skin of creamy wine—
blessed boons that I resist.  I escape by leaps 
low into water—and submerge where darkness lies. 

I resist the tick-a-snap of turtle song and diving eel 
to breathe brackish salt—resist tickles by fish, resist 
tinkling scales—such notes, always noting my body 
far dips in gloom, purging light.  I resist.

I return anew at once—Ali-baba, the blooming koi, 
scales iridescent as pearl—I surface! I resist!  Rebel.
My teacher catches me and fries me for our school,

and food for you.  Snatched in my vigor—
because I resist.  Author, what teacher would teach
the student to let it emerge, and savor his resistance?